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PRAISE  AND  PR  A  YEP. 

1  C.  M. 

LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus’  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall  ; 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel’s  race, 

Ye  ransom’d  from  the  fall, 

Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne’er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 

Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  O  !  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall, 

We’ll  join  the  everlasting  song, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. — Perronet. 

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E  praise  thee,  O  God  !  for  the  Son  of  thy  love, 

For  Jesus,  who  died,  and  is  now  gone  above. 
Cko.  Hallelujah  !  Thine  the  glory,  Hallelujah  !  amen. 

2  We  praise  thee,  O  God !  for  thy  Spirit  of  light, 
Who  has  shown  us  our  Saviour,  and  scattered  our  night. 

3  All  glory  and  praise,  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
Who  has  borne  all  our  sins  and  cleansed  every  stain. 

4  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  God  of  all  grace, 

Who  has  bought  us,  and  sought  us,  and  guided  our  ways. 

IV.  P.  Mackey. 

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PRAISE  AND  PRAYER. 


C.  M. 


3  A  FORa  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 
V7  My  great  Redeemer’s  praise  ; 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, — 

To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  Name. 

3  Jesus  ! — the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 

’Tis  music  in  the  sinner’s  ears  ; 

’Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancell’d  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris’ner  free  ; 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  avail’d  for  me.— C.  Wesley. 


WEET  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer 


o  That  calls  me  from  a  woifld  of  care, 
And  bids  me  at  my  Father’s  throne,* 

Make  all  my  w^ants  and  wishes  known. 

In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 

My  soul  has  often  found  relief ; 

And  oft  escaped  the  tempter’s  snare, 

By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  ! 

Thy  wings  shall  my  petitions  bear 
To  Him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless  ; 

And  since  He  bids  me  seek  his  face, 

Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 

I’ll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 

And  wait  for  the  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

3  Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  ! 
May  I  thy  consolations  share, 

Till  from  Mount  Pisgah’s  lofty  height, 

I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight. 

This  robe  of  flesh  I’ll  drop,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize  ; 

And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 


W.  W.  Waif  or  d. 


PRAISE  AND  PRAYER. 


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5  IOS. 

1NEED  thee  every  hour,  most  gracious  Lord  ; 
No  tender  voice  like  thine  can  peace  afford. 

Cho.  I  need  thee,  O  !  I  need  thee  ;  ev’ry  hour  I  need  thee  ; 
O  bless  me  now,  my  Saviour  ;  I  come  to  thee. 

2  I  need  thee  every  hour ;  stay  thou  near  by  ; 

Temptations  lose  their  power  when  thou  art  nigh. 

3  I  need  thee  every  hour,  in  joy  or  pain  ; 

Come  quickly  and  abide,  or  life  is  vain. 

4  I  need  thee  every  hour,  teach  me  thy  will  ; 

And  thy  rich  promises  in  me  fulfill. 

5  I  need  thee  every  hour,  Most  Holy  One  ; 

O,  make  me  thine  indeed,  thou  blessed  Son. 

Mrs.  Annie  S.  Hawks. 


6  L.  M. 

FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 

1  There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat  ; 

’Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 

A  place  than  all  besides,  more  sweet  ; 

It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 

Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend  ; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 

And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more  ; 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet. 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat _ H.  Stowell. 

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WHAT  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 

All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear  ; 
What  a  privilege  to  carry 

Every  thing  to  God  in  prayer. 

O,  what  peace  we  often  forfeit, 

O,  what  needless  pain  we  bear — . 

All  because  we  do  not  carry 
Every  thing  to  God  in  prayer. 

2  Have  we  trials  and  temptations  ? 

Is  there  trouble  any  where  ? 


PRAISE  AND  PR  A  YER. 


We  should  never  be  discouraged, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

Can  we  find  a  Friend  so  faithful, 

Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share  ? 

Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

3  Are  we  weak  and  heavy  laden, 

Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care  ? 

Precious  Saviour,  still  our  refuge, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee? 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer  ; 

In  his  arms  he’ll  take  and  shield  thee, 
Thou  wilt  find  a  solace  there. 

Horatius  Bonar. 

6  lines  8s. 

COME,  O  thou  Traveler  unknown, 

Whom  still  I  hold,  but  fannot  see  ; 

My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  1  am  left  alone  withlthee  : 

With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 

And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  I  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am  ; 

My  misery  and  sin  declare  ; 

Thyself  hast  called  me  by  my  name  ; 

Look  on  thy  hands,  and  read  it  there  : 

But  who,  I  ask  thee,  who  art  thou? 

Tell  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

3  In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free  ; 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold : 

Art  thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold  : 

Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 

Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

4  Wilt  thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 
Thy  new,  unutterable  name  ? 

Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  thee,  tell ; 

To  know  it  now  resolved  I  am : 

Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

5  What  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain, 
And  murmur  to  contend  so  long? 


PRAISE  AND  PR  A  YER. 


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I  rise  superior  to  my  pain  : 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong  ! 
And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
I  shall  with  the  God-man  prevail. 


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Second  part. 

YIELD  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak, 
But  confident  in  self-despair ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak  ; 

Be  conquer’d  by  my  instant  prayer  : 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  Love. 


’Tis  Love  !  ’tis  Love  !  thou  diedst  for  me; 

I  hear  thy  whisper  in  my  heart ; 

The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee  ; 

Pure,  universal  Love  thou  art  : 

To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move, — 

Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love.  . 

My  prayer  hath  power  with  God  ;  the  grace 
Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ; 

Through  faith  I  see  thee  face  to  face  ; 

I  see  thee  face  to  face,  and  live  ! 

In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove  ; 

Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, — 

Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner’s  Friend  : 

Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end  ; 

Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove  ; 

Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love _ c.  Wesley. 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  l.m. 

9  POME,  Holy  Ghost,  all  sacred  fire  ! 

\j  Come  fill  thy  earthly  temples  now  ; 
Emptied  of  every  base  desire, 

Reign  thou  within,  and  only  thou. 

2  Thy  sovereign  right,  thy  gracious  claim, 

To  every  thought  and  every  power — 

Our  lives — to  glorify  thy  name, 

We  yield  in  this  accepted  hour. 

3  Fill  every  chamber  of  the  soul ; 

Fill  all  our  thoughts,  our  passions  fill, 


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HOLY  SPIRIT. 


Till  under  thy  supreme  control 
Submissive  rests  our  cheerful  will. 

4  My  outstretched  hands  to  heaven  I  lift, 

And  claim  the  Father's  promise  mine  ; 
The  altar  sanctifies  the  gift ; 

The  blood  insures  the  boon  divine. 

5  ’Tis  done  !  thou  dost  this  moment  come  ; 

My  longing  soul  is  all  thine  own  ; 

My  heart  is  thy  abiding  home  ; 
Henceforth  I  live  for  thee  alone. 


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Now  rise,  exulting  rise,  my  soul, 

Triumphant  sing  the  Saviour’s  praise  ; 

His  name  through  earth  and  skies  extol, 
With  all  thy  power  through  all  thy  days. 

F.  Bottome. 


L.  M. 


COME,  Holy  Spirit,  raise  our  songs, 

To  reach  the  wonders  of  the  day, 
When  with  thy  fiery  cloven  tongues 

Thou  didst  those  glorious  scenes  display. 


Lord,  we  believe  to  us  and  ours 
The  apostolic  promise  given  ; 

We  wait  the  Pentecostal  powers, 

The  Holy  Ghost  sent  down  from  heaven. 
Assembled  here  with  one  accord, 

Calmly  we  wait  the  promised  grace, 
d'he  purchase  of  our  dying  Lord  : 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  fill  the  place. 

If  every  one  that  asks  may  find, 

If  still  thou  on  believers  fall, 

Come  as  a  mighty  rushing  wind  ; 

Great  grace  be  now  upon  us  all.— C.  Wesley. 


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0  CHRIST,  enthroned  above, 

Thy  Spirit  now  bestow  ; 

Descend  with  melting  love, 

Our  heart  and  life  renew  ; 

Remove  the  dross,  refine  the  gold, 
And  form  us  in  the  heav’nly  mould. 
Then,  only  then,  can  we 
Walk  in  and  teach  the  way, 

Win  precious  souls  to  thee, 

Throughout  life’s  fleeting  day  ; 


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HOLY  SPIRIT. 


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Essay  to  preach  the  living  word, 

Ready  for  service  or  reward. 

3  Men  fully  saved  by  grace 
Are  what  the  sinner  needs, 

To  lead  him  to  the  place 
Where  loving  mercy  pleads  ; 

Believers  filled  with  love  divine, 

In  whom  their  Master’s  graces  shine.— Joheba. 

L.  M. 


0FOR  that  flame  of  living  fire, 

Which  shone  so  bright  in  saints  of  old  ; 
Which  bade  their  souls  to  heaven  aspire, — 
Calm  in  distress,  in  danger  bold. 

Where  is  that  Spirit,  Lord,  which  dwelt 
In  Abrah’m’s  breast,  and  seal’d  him  thine? 
Which  made  Paul’s  heart  with  sorrow  melt, 
And  glow  with  energy  divine  ? — 

That  Spirit,  which  from  age  to  age 

Proclaim’d  thy  love,  and  taught  thy  ways  ? 
Brighten’d  Isaiah’s  vivid  page, 

And  breathed  in  David’s  hallow’d  lays? 

Is  not  thy  grace  as  mighty  now 
As  when  Elijah  felt  its  power  ; 

When  glory  beam’d  from  Moses’  brow, 

Or  Job  endured  the  trying  hour? 
Remember,  Lord,  the  ancient  days  ; 

Renew  thy  work  ;  thy  grace  restore  ; 

And  while  to  thee  our  hearts  we  raise, 

On  us  thy  Holy  Spirit  pour.— Bathurst. 


JESUS,  thine  all-victorious  love 
Shed  in  my  heart  abroad: 
Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fix’d  in  God. 


c.  M. 


2  O  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire 
Might  now  begin  to  glow  ; 
Burn  up  the  dross  of  base  desire, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow. 


3  O  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall, 
And  all  my  sins  consume  : 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  thee  I  call ; 
Spirit  of  burning,  come. 


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4  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart ; 

Illuminate  my  soul  ; 

Scatter  thy  life  through  every  part, 
And  sanctify  the  whole. 

5  My  steadfast  soul,  from  falling  free, 

Shall  then  no  longer  move  ; 

While  Christ  is  all  the  world  to  me, 
And  all  my  heart  is  love.— C.  Wesley. 


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C.  M. 


ENTHRONED  on  high,  Almighty  Lord, 
The  Holy  Ghost  send  down  ; 

Fulfil  in  us  thy  faithful  word. 

And  all  thy  mercies  crown. 

Though  on  our  heads  no  tongues  of  fire 
Their  wondrous  powers  impart, 

Grant,  Saviour,  what  we  more  desire, — 
Thy  Spirit  in  our  heart. 

To  our  benighted  minds  reveal 
The  glories  of  his  grace, 

And  bring  us  where  no  clouds  conceal 
The  brightness  of  his  face. 

His  love  within  us  shed  abroad, — 

Life’s  ever-springing  well ; 

Till  God  in  us,  and  we  in  God, 

In  love  eternal  dwell.— Humphries. 


0COME,  and  dwell  in  me, 
Spirit  of  power  within  ; 

And  bring  the  glorious  liberty 
From  sorrow,  fear,  and  sin  ! 

2  The  whole  of  sin’s  disease, 

Spirit  of  health,  remove, — 
Spirit  of  perfect  holiness, 

Spirit  of  perfect  love. 

3  I  want  the  witness,  Lord, 

That  all  I  do  is  right, — 
According  to  thy  will  and  word, — 
Well-pleasing  in  thy  sight. 

4  I  ask  no  higher  state  ; 

Indulge  me  but  in  this, 

And  soon  or  later  then  translate 
To  my  eternal  bliss.— c.  Wesley. 


s.  M. 


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THE  Holy  Ghost  is  come  ; 

We  feel  his  presence  here  ; 

Our  hearts  would  now  no  longer  roam, 

But  bow  in  filial  fear. 

2  This  tenderness  of  love, 

This  hush  of  solemn  power, 

’Tis  heaven  descending  from  above 
To  fill  this  favour’d  hour. 

3  Earth’s  darkness  all  has  fled  ; 

Heav’ns  light  securely  shines  ; 

And  ev’ry  heart  divinely  led, 

To  holy  thought  inclines. 

4  No  more  let  sin  deceive, 

Nor  earthly  cares  betray  : 

Oh  !  let  us  never,  never  grieve 
The  Comforter  away. 

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1  That  they  had  at  Pentecost. 

’Tis  the  power,  the  power  ; 

’Tis  the  power  that  Jesus  promised  should  come  down. 
2  While  with  one  accord  assembled, 

All  in  an  upper  room.  Came  the  power,  etc. 

3  With  cloven  tongues  of  fire 

And  a  rushing  mighty  wind.  Came  the,  etc. 

4  It  was  while  they  all  were  praying, 

And  believing  it  would  come.  Came  the,  etc. 

5  Three  thousand  were  converted, 

And  were  added  to  the  Church.  By  the,  etc. 

6  The  martyrs  had  this  power 

As  they  triumphed  in  the  flames.  ’Twas  the,  etc. 

7  Our  fathers  had  this  power, 

And  we  may  have  it  too.  ’Tis  the,  etc. 

8  ’Tis  the  very  same  power, 

For  I  feel  it  in  my  soul.  ’Tis  the,  etc. 


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0  MOURNER  in  Zion,  how  blessed  art  thou, 
For  Jesus  is  waiting  to  comfort  thee  now  ; 
Fear  not  to  rely  on  the  word  of  thy  God, 

Step  out  on  the  promise, — get  under  the  blood. 


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2  O  ye  that  are  hungry  and  thirsty,  rejoice  ! 

For  ye  shall  be  filled  ;  O  !  hear  that  sweet  voice 
Inviting  you  now  to  the  banquet  of  God  : 

Step  out  on  the  promise, — get  under  the  blood. 

3  Who  sighs  for  a  heart  from  iniquity  free  ? 

O,  poor  troubled  soul !  there’s  a  promise  for  thee  ; 
Thou  shalt  rest,  weary  one,  in  the  bosom  of  God  ; 
Step  out  on  the  promise,— get  under  the  blood. 

4  The  promise  don’t  save,  though  each  promise  is  true 
’Tis  the  blood  we  get  under  that  cleanses  us  through 
It  cleanses  us  now,  O,  glory  to  God  ! 

We  rest  on  the  promise, — we’re  under  the  blood. 

Juniata. 

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DEAR  Jesus,  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole  ; 

I  want  thee  forever  to  live  in  my  soul ; 

Break  down  every  idol,  cast  out  every  foe  ; 

Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

Whiter  than  snow,  yes,  whiter  than  snow  ; 

Now  wash  me  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

2  Dear  Jesus,  thou  seest  I  patiently  wait; 

Come  now,  and  within  me  a  new  heart  create  ; 

To  those  who  have  sought  thou  never  saidst  No  ; 
Now  wash  me  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

3  Dear  Jesus,  let  nothing  unholy  remain  ; 

Apply  thine  own  blood  and  extract  every  stain ; 

To  have  this  blest  cleansing  I  all  things  forego  ; 
Now  wash  me  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

4  Dear  Jesus,  for  this  I  most  humbly  entreat, 

I  wait,  blessed  Lord,  at  thy  crucified  feet ; 

By  faith  for  my  cleansing  I  see  thy  blood  flow, 
Now  wash  me  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

5  The  blessing  by  faith  I  receive  from  above, 

O,  glory  !  my  soul  is  made  perfect  in  love  ; 

My  prayer  has  prevailed,  and  this  moment  I  know 
The  blood  is  applied — I  am  whiter  than  snow. 

W.  Nicholson. 

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THOU,  to  whose  all  searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 

Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee  ; 

O  burst  these  bonds  and  set  it  free ! 


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2  Wash  out  its  stain,  refine  its  dross, 

Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross  ; 

Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Did  once  for  all  my  sins  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  “  white  as  snow 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

4  By  faith  I  to  that  fountain  fly 
To  purge  my  sins  of  deepest  dye  ; 

O,  praise  the  Lord  !  it  cleanseth  me 
From  life  and  heart's  impurity. — iota. 

21  L.  M. 

I  THIRST,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
To  wash  me  in  thy  cleansing  blood, 

To  dwell  within  thy  wounds  :  then  pain 
Is  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

2  Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
Forever  closed  to  all  but  thee : 

Seal  thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

3  How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
Close  sheltered  in  thy  bleeding  side  ! 

Who  life  and  strength  from  thence  derive, 
And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 

4  Ah,  Lord  !  enlarge  our  scanty  thought, 

To  know  the  wonders  thou  hast  wrought  ; 
Unloose  our  stammering  tongues  to  tell 
Thy  love  immense,  unsearchable.—/^/^. 

22  _  L.  M. 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, — 

He,  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 

His  track  I  see,  and  I’ll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, — 

The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, — 
The  King’s  highway  of  holiness, 

I’ll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

2  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 

And  mourn’d  because  I  found  it  not  ; 

My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 

Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 


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The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 

I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more  ; 

Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, — 

Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way. 

3  Lo  !  glad  I  come  ;  and  tliou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  as  I  am  ; 

Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, — 

Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 

What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 

I’ll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 

And  say, — Behold  the  way  to  God  —Cennick. 


2 


3 


4 


L.  M. 


COME,  Saviour,  Jesus,  from  above, 
Assist  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace  ; 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 

And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 

O  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill, 

And  set  my  longing  spirit  free  ; 

Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 

But  day  and  night  to  feast  on  thee. 
While  in  this  region  here  below, 

No  other  good  will  I  pursue  : 

I’ll  bid  this  world  of  noise  and  show, 
With  all  its  glitt’ring  snares,  adieu. 
Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 
Divide  this  consecrated  soul ; 

Possess  it  thou,  who  hast  the  right, 

As  Lord  and  Master  of  the  whole. 


5  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  desire, 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breast ; 

This,  only  this,  will  I  require, 

And  freely  give  up  all  the  rest.— J.  Wesley. 


s. 


CALL’D  from  above  I  rise, 

And  wash  away  my  sin  ; 

The  stream  to  which  my  spirit  flies 
Can  make  the  foulest  clean. 


M. 


2  It  runs  divinely  clear, 

A  fountain  deep  and  wide, 

’Twas  opened  by  the  soldier’s  spear, 
In  my  Redeemer’s  side. 


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3  Deep  in  my  soul  I  feel 

The  living  waters  spring, 

And  joy  the  wondrous  news  to  tell, 
And  full  salvation  sing. 

4  O  life-reviving  flood, 

Through  all  my  senses  flow  ! 

Till  all  I  am  is  lost  in  God, 

And  I  but  Jesus  know. 

5  My  thirsty  spirit  craves 

No  lesser  joy  than  this, 

To  know  that  Jesus  fully  saves, 
And  I  am  fully  his. 


L.  M, 


OTHAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ; 

O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus’  feet  to  lay  it  down — 

To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus’  feet. 

Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 

And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, — 

Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God  ; 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove  ; 

The  cross  all  stain’d  with  hallow’d  blood, 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love.— C.  Wesley . 


C.  M, 


OME  every  soul  by  sin  oppress’d, 


There’s  mercy  with  the  Lord, 

And  he  will  surely  give  you  rest, 

By  trusting  in  his  word. 

Cho.  Only  trust  him,  only  trust  him  now  ; 

He  will  save  you,  he  will  save  you  now. 

2  For  Jesus  shed  his  precious  blood 

Rich  blessings  to  bestow  ; 

Plunge  now  into  the  crimson  flood 
That  washes  white  as  snow. 

3  Yes,  Jesus  is  the  Truth,  the  Way, 

That  leads  you  into  rest  ; 


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Believe  in  him  without  delay, 

And  you  are  fully  blest. 

4  Come,  then,  and  join  this  holy  band, 

And  on  to  glory  go, 

To  dwell  in  that  celestial  land 

Where  joys  immortal  flow _ j,  H.  Stockton . 

c.  M. 

WALK  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  know 
That  fellowship  of  love, 

His  Spirit  only  can  bestow 
Who  reigns  in  light  above. 

Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  find 
The  heart  made  truly  His 
Who  dwells  in  cloudless  light  enshrined, 

In  whom  no  darkness  is. 


2  Walk  in  the  light !  and  sin  abhorr’d 

Shall  ne’er  defile  again  ; 

The  blood  of  Jesus  Christ  the  Lord 
Shall  cleanse  from  every  stain. 

Walk  in  the  light !  and  e’en  the  tomb 
No  fearful  shade  shall  wear  ; 

Glory  shall  chase  away  the  gloom, 

For  Christ  hath  conquer’d  there. 

3  Walk  in  the  light  !  and  thou  shalt  own 

Thy  darkness  pass’d  away, 

Because  that  light  hath  on  thee  shone, 

The  light  of  perfect  day. 

Walk  in  the  light  !  thy  path  shall  be 
Peaceful,  serene,  and  bright : 

For  God,  by  grace,  shall  dwell  in  thee, 

And  God  himself  is  light — Barton . 

.  S.  M. 

I  HEAR  thy  welcome  voice 
That  calls  me,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 

For  cleansing  in  thy  precious  blood, 

That  flow’d  on  Calvary. 

Cho.  I  am  coming  Lord  !  coming  now  to  thee  ! 

Wash  me,  cleanse  me,  in  thy  blood  that  flow’d  on  Calvary. 

2  Though  coming  weak  and  vile, 

Thou  dost  my  strength  assure  ; 

Thou  dost  my  vileness  fully  cleanse, 

Till  spotless  all,  and  pure. 

3  ’Tis  Jesus  calls  me  on 

To  perfect  faith  and  love  ; 


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To  perfect  hope,  and  peace,  and  trust, 
For  earth  and  heaven  above. 

And  he  the  witness  gives 
To  loyal  hearts  and  free, 

That  every  promise  is  fulfilled 
If  faith  but  brings  the  plea. 

All  hail  !  atoning  blood  ! 

All  hail !  redeeming  grace  ! 

All  hail !  the  gift  of  Christ  our  Lord, 
Our  strength  and  righteousness  ! 


L.  Hart  sough, 

8s  &  7s. 


OVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 


L/  Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down, 

Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling  ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 

Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, — 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art  ; 

Visit  us  with  thy  salvation  ; 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  grace  receive  ; 

Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave. 

Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above  ; 

Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

Finish  then  thy  new  creation  ; 

Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 

Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 

Perfectly  restored  in  thee  : 

Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, — 

Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise — c.  Wesley. 


7  s- 


OVE  of  Jesus,  all  divine, 


Fill  this  longing  heart  of  mine  ; 
Ceaseless  struggling  after  life, 

Weary  with  the  endless  strife. 

Cho.  Rock  of  aees.  cleft  for  me. 


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2  Saviour,  Jesus,  lend  thine  aid, 

Lift  thou  up  my  fainting  head  ; 

Lead  me  to  my  long-sought  rest, 

Pillow’d  on  thy  loving  breast. 

3  Thou  hast  wrought  this  fond  desire, 
Kindled  here  this  sacred  fire  ; 

Weaned  my  heart  from  all  below, 

Thee  and  thee  alone  to  know. 

4  Thou  who  hast  .inspired  the  cry, 

Thou  alone  canst  satisfy  ; 

Love  of  Jesus,  all  divine, 

Fill  this  longing  heart  of  mine — F.  Bottome . 

7s- 

PRINCE  of  peace,  control  my  will ; 

Bid  this  struggling  heart  be  still  ; 

Bid  my  fears  and  doubting  cease  ; 

Hush  my  spirit  into  peace. 

2  Thou  hast  bought  me  with  thy  blood, 

Open’d  wide  the  gate  of  God : 

Peace  I  ask,  but  peace  must  be, 

Lord,  in  being  one  with  thee. 

3  May  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done;  • 

May  thy  will  and  mine  be  one  : 

Chase  these  doubtings  from  my  heart  ; 

Now  thy  perfect  peace  impart. 

4  Saviour  !  at  thy  feet  I  fall  ; 

Thou  my  life,  my  God,  my  all ! 

Let  thy  happy  servant  be 
One  for  evermore  with  thee ! 


7S. 

ROCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  Thy  wounded  side  which  flow’d, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, — 

Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 

Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 

These  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 

Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone : 

In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring  ; 

Simply  to  the  cross  I  cling. 


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3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 

-And  behold  Thee  on  Thy  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee.—  Toplady. 


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I  KNOW,  O  Lord,  thou  dwellest  not 
Where  idols  are  enshrined  ; 

Thou  canst  not  come  where  sinful  thought 
Is  lurking  in  the  mind. 

2  And  yet  thy  searching  light  has  shown 
The  blindness  of  my  faith, 

That  sought  to  build  thy  house  upon 
A  sepulchre  of  death. 

3  I  thought  my  foolish  heart  sincere, 

And,  till  thy  word  made  known, 

Knew  not  what  brood  of  evil  there 
Had  nestled  ’neath  thy  throne. 

4  Now  swift  to  purge  thy  temple,  Lord, 

My  quicken’d  conscience  moves  ; 

Proud  Baal’s  priests  I  put  to  sword, 

And  burn  down  all  his  groves. 

5  My  fond  affections  cling  no  more 
To  other  loves  than  thine  ; 

The  shameful  lusts  that  burned  before 
Are  quench’d  in  love  divine.— Bottome. 


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[  WOULD  be  thine  ;  O  take  my  heart, 
1  And  fill  it  with  Thy  love  ; 

Thy  sacred  image,  Lord,  impart, 

And  seal  it  from  above. 

2  I  would  be  thine  ;  but  while  I  strive 

To  give  myself  away, 

I  feel  rebellion  still  alive, 

And  wander  while  I  pray. 

3  I  would  be  thine  ;  but,  Lord,  I  feel 

•  Evil  still  lurks  within  ; 

Do  thou  thy  majesty  reveal, 

And  overcome  my  sin. 

4  I  would  be  thine  ;  I  would  embrace 

The  Saviour,  and  adore  ; 


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Inspire  with  faith,  infuse  thy  grace, 
And  now  my  soul  restore.— Reeds  Col. 


C.  M. 

NOTHING  unclean  can  enter  in 
Where  God  in  glory  reigns  ; 

His  eyes,  so  pure,  cannot  endure 
The  sight  of  spot  or  stains. 

C/to. — Nothing  unclean,  my  gracious  Lord, 

Nothing  unclean,  nothing  unclean. 

2  Nothing  unclean  must  stand  between 
The  Holy  Ghost  and  me  : 

Saviour  from  sin,  the  work  begin  ; 

Wash  me  till  thou  canst  see 
Nothing  unclean,  etc. 

3  Nothing  unclean  can  mortals  screen 
From  the  All-seeing  eye  ; 

Spirit  of  God,  apply  the  blood 
Until  I  hear  thee  cry, 

Nothing  unclean,  etc. 

4  Nothing  unclean  ;  O  glorious  scene  ! 

My  heart  washed  in  the  blood, 

With  rapture  thrills,  as  now  it  feels 
The  mighty  power  of  God. 

Nothing  unclean,  etc.— Nicholson. 


0FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ; — 

A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me  ! 


C.  M. 


2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer’s  throne  ; 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, — 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 


3  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 
Believing,  true,  and  clean  ; 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within  : — 


4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew’d, 

And  full  of  love  Divine  ; 

Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 


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5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart  ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 

Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart — 

Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. — C.  IVesZey. 


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3 


c. 


LORD,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 
To  all  thy  people  known  ; 

A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 

•  And  thou  art  loved  alone : 

A  rest,  where  all  our  soul’s  desire 
Is  fix’d  on  things  above  ; 

Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

O  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 
Believe,  and  enter  in  : 

Now,  Saviour,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  make  me  free  from  sin. 


M. 


4  To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 

The  Sabbath  of  thy  love  ; 

Give  me  the  new  and  perfect  heart 
That  Satan  cannot  move. 


5  I  would  be  thine  ;  thou  know’st  I  would, 
And  have  thee  all  my  own  ; 

Thee,  O  my  all-sufficient  Good 
I  want,  and  thee  alone.— C.  IVesZey. 


C.  M. 

SEARCH  me,  O  God,  my  actions  try, 
And  let  my  life  appear 
As  seen  by  thine  all-searching  eye, 

To  mine,  my  ways  made  clear. 

2  Search  all  my  sense,  and  know  my  heart, 
Who  only  canst  make  known, 

And  let  the  deep,  the  hidden  part 
To  me  be  fully  shown. 

3  Throw  light  into  the  darkened  cells 
Where  inbred  passion  reigns  ; 

Quicken  my  conscience  till  it  feels 
The  filth  of  sin’s  remains. 

4  Search  all  my  thoughts,  the  secret  springs, 
The  motives  that  control  ; 

The  chambers  where  polluted  things 
Hold  empire  o’er  the  soul. 


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5  Search  till  thy  fiery  glance  has  cast 

Its  holy  light  through  all, 

And  I  by  grace  am  brought  at  last 
Before  thy  face  to  fall. 

6  Thus  prostrate  I  shall  learn  of  thee, 

What  now  I  feebly  prove, 

That  God  alone  in  Christ  can  be 
Unutterable  love  \—F.  Bottome . 


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c. 


COME,  thou  omniscient  Son  of  man, 
Display  thy  sifting  power  ; 

Come,  with  thy  Spirit’s  win’wing  fan, 
And  throughly  purge  thy  floor. 

The  chaff  of  sin,  th’  accursed  thing, 

F ar  from  our  souls  be  driven  ; 

The  wheat  into  thy  garner  bring, 

And  lay  us  up  for  heaven. 

Whate’er  offends  thy  glorious  eyes, 

Far  from  our  hearts  remove  ; 

As  dust  before  the  whirlwind  flies, 
Disperse  it  by  thy  love. 

Then  let  us  all  thy  fullness  know, 
From  every  sin  set  free  ; 

Saved  to  the  utmost,  saved  below, 

And  perfected  in  thee.— C.  Wesley. 


JESUS,  Lord,  I  come  to  thee, 

Wash’d  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 
Set  my  longing  spirit  free, 

Wash’d  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 


M. 


7s 


Cho. — I’m  redeem’d,  redeem’d,  wash’d  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 
I’m  redeem’d,  redeem’d,  I  am  wash’d  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

2  Speak,  and  let  my  heart  be  clean.  Wash’d,  etc.  ; 
Fully  saved  from  inbred  sin,  Wash’d,  etc. 

3  Cleanse  me,  wash  me  white  as  snow,  Wash’d,  etc. ; 
Let  me  all  thy  fullness  know,  Wash’d,  etc. 

4  To  my  heart  the  bliss  reveal,  Wash’d,  etc.  ; 

Fix  on  me  the  Spirit’s  seal,  Wash’d,  etc. 

5  All  thy  fullness  now  I  claim,  Wash’d,  etc.  ; 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer’s  name,  Wash’d,  etc. ; 

6  I  am  saved  by  blood  divine,  Wash’d,  etc.  ; 

All  the  bliss  of  faith  is  mine,  Wash’d,  etc .—M'  Donald. 


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8s,  8s,  6s. 

0  GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love  ! 

It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above  ; 

It  bears  on  eagles’  wings  ; 

It  gives  my  ravish’d  soul  a  taste, 

And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 
With  Jesus’  priests  and  kings. 

2  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 

I  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 
See  all  the  land  below  ; 

Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 

And  all  the  fruits  of  paradise 
In  endless  plenty  grow. 

3  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 

Favor’d  with  God’s  peculiar  smile, 

With  every  blessing  blest  ; 

There  dwells  the  Lord  our  Righteousness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 

And  everlasting  rest. 

4  O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up  ; 

No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop, 

But  now  the  land  possess  ; 

This  moment  end  my  legal ’years  ; 

Sorrows  and  sins,  and  doubts  and  fears, 

A  howling  wilderness. 

5  Now,  O  my  Joshua,  bring  me  in  ! 

Cast  out  thy  foes  ;  the  inbred  sin, 

The  carnal  mind  remove  ; 

The  purchase  of  thy  death -rlivide  ; 

And  O  !  with  all  the  sanctified 
Give  me  a  lot  of  love — c.  Wesley. 


8s  &  7s. 


KRISTIAN  pilgrim,  on  life’s  journey, 


Sore  beset  without,  within  ; 
Wouldst  thou  gain  a  “full  salvation,” 
Victory  o’er  indwelling  sin  ? 

There’s  a  fullness  in  thy  Jesus  ! 

He  to  save  his  people  came — 

Came  to  cleanse  as  well  as  pardon, 
Thus  his  promises  proclaim. 

Why  then,  all  thy  life,  go  mourning, 
Sin-sick  pilgrim  ? — ’tis  in  vain  ; 

All  thy  sighs,  and  tears,  and  groanings 
Cannot  blot  a  single  stain. 


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The  sweet  graces  that  thou  lackest 
Are  the  gift  of  God  to  man  ; 

And  the  gift  is  just  proportioned 
To  the  asking  !  such  God’s  plan. 

3  Cast  thine  own  poor  self  behind  thee, 
No  more  o’er  thy  weakness  grieve  ; 

“  He  is  faithful  that  hath  promised,” 
Look  to  Jesus  and  believe. 

Trusting  thus,  sin’s  power  is  broken, 
Jesus’  righteousness  is  thine: 

All  the  treasures  of  his  fullness 
Giveth  he  by  grace  divine. 


4r3  6  lines  8s. 

ALL  things  are  possible  to  him 

That  can  in  Jesus’  name  believe  ; 

Lord,  I  no  more  thy  truth  blaspheme, 

Thy  truth  I  lovingly  receive  ; 

I  can,  I  do  believe  in  thee  ; 

All  things  are  possible  to  me. 

2  The  most  impossible  of  all 

Is  that  I  e’er  from  sin  should  cease  ; 

Yet  shall  it  be,  I  know  it  shall  ; 

Jesus,  I  trust  thy  faithfulness  ! 

If  nothing  is  too  hard  for  thee, 

All  things  are  possible  to  me. 

3  Thy  mouth,  O  Lord,  hath  spoke,  hath  sworn, 
That  I  shall  serve  thee  without  fear, 

Shall  find  the  pearl  which  others  spurn, 
Holy,  and  pure,  and  perfect  here  ; 

The  servant  as  his  Lord  shall  be  ; 

All  things  are  possible  to  me. 

4  All  things  are  possible  to  God, — 

To  Christ,  the  power  of  God  in  man, — 
To  me  when  I  am  all  renew’d, — 

When  I  in  Christ  am  form’d  again, 

And  witness,  from  all  sins  set  free, 

All  things  are  possible  to  me _ c.  Wesley. 

4r4r  8S  &  7S. 

YE  who  know  your  sins  forgiven, 

And  are  happy  in  the  Lord, 

Have  you  read  the  gracious  promise 
Which  is  left  upon  record  ? 


SEEKING  HOLINESS. 


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I  will  sprinkle  you  with  water, 

I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin, 

Sanctify  and  make  you  holy  ; 

I  will  come  and  dwell  within. 

2  Though  you  have  much  peace  and  comfort, 

Greater  things  you  yet  may  find  ; 
Freedom  from  unholy  tempers, 

Freedom  from  the  carnal  mind. 

To  procure  your  full  salvation, 

Jesus  suffer’d,  groan’d,  and  died 
On  the  cross  ;  the  healing  fountain 
Gushed  from  his  wounded  side. 

3  Come,  ye  hungry,  thirsty  children, 

Seek,  O  seek,  this  holy  state  ; 

None  but  holy  ones  can  enter 
Through  the  pure  celestial  gate. 

Can  you  bear  the  thought  of  losing 
All  the  joys  that  are  above  ? 

When,  by  simple  faith  in  Jesus, 

You  may  know  his  perfect  love. 

4  Be  as  holy  and  as  happy, 

And  as  useful  here  below, 

As  it  is  your  father’s  pleasure, 

Jesus,  only  Jesus,  know. 

Spread,  O,  spread  the  holy  fire, 

Meekly  tell  what  God  has  done  ; 

Till  all  nations  are  conformed 

To  the  image  of  his  Son.— l.  Hartsough. 


CONSECRA  TION  AND  FAITH . 

4r5  7s,  6s. 

MY  body,  soul,  and  spirit,  Jesus,  I  give  to  thee, 

A  consecrated  off’ring,  Thine  evermore  to  be. 


Cko. — My  all  is  on  the  altar,  I’m  waiting  for  the  fire  ; 

Waiting,  waiting,  waiting,  I’m  waiting  for  the  fire. 

2  O  Jesus,  mighty  Saviour,  I  trust  in  thy  great  name, 

I  look  for  thy  salvation,  Thy  promise  now  I  claim. 

3  O  !  let  the  fire  descending  Just  now  upon  my  soul,  [whole. 
Consume  my  humble  offering,  And  cleanse  and  make  me 

4  I’m  thine,  O  blessed  Jesus,  Wash  edby  thy  precious  blood. 
Now  seal  me  by  thy  Spirit,  A  sacrifice  to  God. 

Mary  D.  lames. 


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8s  &  7s. 

0TO  love  thee,  precious  Jesus, 

O  to  know  that  thou  art  mine  ; 

All  my  heart  I  give  thee,  Jesus, 

If  thou  wilt  but  make  it  thine. 


Cho. — Precious  name,  precious  name,  thou  art  all  the  world  to  me. 
All  of  earth,  all  of  heav’n,  all  I  want  I  find  in  thee. 

2  Take  my  warmest,  best  affections  ; 

Take  my  memory,  mind,  and  will ; 

Then  with  all  thy  loving  spirit 
All  my  emptied  nature  fill. 

3  Dearer,  nearer  than  a  brother, 

Source  and  aim  of  all  my  bliss, 

All  of  joy  and  all  of  sorrow 

Find  their  end  in  knowing  this. 

4  Bold,  I  touch  thy  sacred  garment  ; 

Fearless  stretch  my  eager  hand  ; 

Virtue,  like  a  healing  fountain, 

Freely  flows  at  love’s  command. 

5  O  how  precious,  dear  Redeemer, 

Is  the  love  that  fills  my  soul ! 

It  is  done  !  The  word  is  spoken  ! 

1“  Be  thou  every  whit  made  whole  !  ” 

6  Lo  !  a  new  creation  dawning  ; 

Lo  !  I  rise  to  life  divine. 

In  my  soul  an  Easter  morning, 

I  am  Christ’s,  and  Christ  is  mine.— Bottome, 


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T  AM  coming  to  the  cross, 

1  I  am  poor,  and  weak,  and  blind  ; 
I  am  counting  all  but  dross, 

I  shall  full  salvation  find. 


Cho. — I  am  trusting,  Lord  in  thee  ;  Bless’ d  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 
Humbly  at  thy  cross  I  bow  ;  Jesus  saves  me — saves  me  now. 

2  Long  my  heart  has  sighed  for  thee, 

Long  has  evil  dwelt  within  ; 

Jesus  sweetly  speaks  to  me  : 

“  I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin.” 

3  Here  I  give  up  all  to  thee, — 

Friends,  and  time,  and  earthly  store  ; 
Soul  and  body  thine  to  be — 

Wholly  thine — for  evermore. 


CONSECRATION  AND  FAITH. 


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4  In  the  promises  I  trust  ; 

Now  I  feel  the  blood  applied  ; 

I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust  ; 

I  with  Christ  am  crucified. 

5  Jesus  comes  !  he  fills  my  soul ! 

Perfected  in  love  I  am  ; 

I  am  every  whit  made  whole  ; 

Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb _ M' Donald. 


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7s  &  6s. 

0  WHO’LL  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

The  lowly  Nazarene, 

And  raise  the  blood-stained  banner 
Amid  the  hosts  of  sin  ? 


Cho. — The  cross  of  Christ  I’ll  cherish,  its  crucifixion  bear ; 
All  hail  reproach  or  sorrow  if  Jesus  leads  me  there. 

2  O  who  will  follow  Jesus, 

Amid  report  and  shame? 

While  others  shrink  and  falter, 

Who’ll  glory  in  his  name? 

3  Though  fierce  may  rage  the  battle, 

And  wild  the  storm  may  blow, 

And  though  friends  may  go  forever, 

Who  will  with  Jesus  go? 

4  My  all  to  Christ  I’ve  given, 

My  talents,  time,  and  voice, 

Myself,  my  reputation, 

His  glory  is  my  choice.— A.  Hartsough. 


4r  9  7S. 

SIMPLY  trusting  every  day, 

Trusting  through  a  stormy  way, 
Even  when  my  faith  is  small — 

Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

Trusting  him  while  life  shall  last,  trusting  him  till  earth  is  past, 
Till  within  the  jasper  wall — trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

2  Brightly  doth  his  Spirit  shine 
Into  this  poor  heart  of  mine  ; 

While  he  leads  I  cannot  fall — 

Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

3  Singing  if  my  way  is  clear  ; 

Praying  if  the  path  is  drear  ; 

If  in  danger,  for  him  call — 

Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 


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4  Trusting  as  the  moments  fly, 

Trusting  as  the  days  go  by, 

Trusting  him  whate’er  befall — 

Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all.— Page, 

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TAKE  my  life,  and  let  it  be 

Consecrated,  Lord,  to  thee. 

Take  my  moments  and  my  days, 

Let  them  flow  in  ceaseless  praise. 

Take  my  hands  and  let  them  move, 

At  the  impulse  of  thy  love. 

Take  my  feet,  and  let  them  be 
Swift  and  beautiful  for  thee. 

2  Take  my  voice,  and  let  me  sing 
Only,  always  for  my  King  ; 

Take  my  lips,  and  let  them  be 
Filled  with  messages  from  thee. 

Take  my  silver  and  my  gold  ; 

Not  a  mite  would  I  withhold. 

Take  my  intellect,  and  use 
Every  power  as  thou  shalt  choose. 

3  Take  my  will,  and  make  it  thine  ; 

It  shall  be  no  longer  mine. 

Take  my  heart  ;  it  is  thine  own  ; 

It  shall  be  thy  royal  throne. 

Take  my  love  ;  my  Lord,  I  pour 
At  thy  feet  its  treasure-store. 

Take  myself,  and  I  will  be 

Ever,  only ,  ALL  for  thee — F.  R.  Havergal, 


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2 


L. 

ABRAHAM,  when  severely  tried, 

His  faith  by  his  obedience  show’d  : 
He  with  the  harsh  command  complied, 
And  gave  his  Isaac  back  to  God. 

O  for  a  faith  like  his,  that  we 

The  bright  example  may  pursue  ; 

May  gladly  give  up  all  to  thee, 

To  whom  our  more  than  all  is  due. 


M. 


3  Is  the're  a  thing  than  life  more  dear? 

A  thing  from  which  we  cannot  part  ? 
We  can  ;  we  now  rejoice  to  tear 
The  idol  from  our  bleeding  heart. 


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4  Jesus,  accept  our  sacrifice  ; 

All  things  for  thee  we  count  but  loss  ; 

Lo  !  at  thy  word  our  Isaac  dies, 

Dies  on  the  altar  of  thy  cross. 

5  For  what  to  thee,  O  Lord,  we  give, 

A  hundred-fold  we  here  obtain  ; 
x\nd  soon  with  thee  shall  all  receive, 

And  loss  shall  be  eternal  gain.— C.  Wesley. 


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L.  M. 


WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 

I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ; 

Did  e’er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 

Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all  l— Walls. 


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L.  M. 


LORD,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 

Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be, 

And  own  thy  sov’reign  right  in  me. 

2  Thine  would  I  live,  thine  would  I  die  ; 

Be  thine  through  all  eternity  ; 

The  vow  is  past,  beyond  repeal, 

And  now  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

3  Here,  at  that  cross  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God, 

Thee,  my  new  Master,  now  I  call, 

And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all. 

4  Do  thou  assist  a  feeble  worm 
The  great  engagement  to  perform  ; 

Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 

And  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend.— Davies. 


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L.  M. 


MY  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 

Than  Jesus’  blood  and  righteousness ; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 

But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus’  name. 

On  Christ,  the  solid  Rock,  I  stand ; 

All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

2  When  darkness  seems  to  vail  his  face, 

I  rest  on  his  unchanging  grace  ; 

In  every  high  and  stormy  gale 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  vail. 

3  His  oath,  his  covenant,  and  blood, 

Support  me  in  the  ’whelming  flood : 

When  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 

He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay. — E.  Mote. 


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L.  M. 


UTHOR  of  faith,  eternal  Word. 


ri  Whose  Spirit  breathes  the  active  flame  ; 
Faith,  like  its  Finisher  and  Lord, 

To-day  as  yesterday  the  same. 

2  By  faith  we  know  thee  strong  to  save  ; 

(Save  us,  a  present  Saviour  thou  !) 

Whate’er  we  hope,  by  faith  we  have, 

Future  and  past  subsisting  now. 

3  To  him  that  in  thy  name  believes, 

Eternal  life  with  thee  is  given  ; 

Into  himself  he  all  receives, 

Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

4  Faith  lends  its  realizing  light, 

The  clouds  disperse,  the  shadows  fly  ; 

The’  Invisible  appears  in  sight, 

And  God  is  seen  by  mortal  eye.— C.  Wesley. 


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MY  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 

Far  from  my  home  in  life’s  rough  way, 
O  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 


Thy  will  be  done. 


2  If  thou  shouldst  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize,  it  ne’er  was  mine, — 

I  only  yield  thee  what  is  thine :  Thy,  etc. 

3  Should  pining  sickness  waste  away 
My  life  in  premature  decay, 

My  Father,  help  me  still  to  say,  Thy,  etc. 


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4  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day  ; 

Blend  it  with  thine,  and  take  away 

All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say,  Thy,  etc. 


5  And  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more, 

The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before 
I’ll  sing  on  heaven’s  blissful  shore,  Thy,  etc. 

Eliott. 

57  c.  m. 

COME,  O  my  God,  the  promise  seal, 
This  inbred  sin  remove  : 

Now,  in  my  waiting  soul  reveal 
The  virtue  of  thy  love. 

2  I  want  thy  life,  thy  purity, 

Thy  righteousness  brought  in  ; 

I  ask,  desire,  and  trust  in  thee, 

To  be  redeemed  from  sin. 


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3  Let  anger,  sloth,  desire,  and  pride, 

This  moment  be  subdued  ; 

Be  cast  into  the  crimson  tide 
Of  my  Redeemer’s  blood. 

4  Saviour,  to  thee  my  soul  looks  up, 

My  present  Saviour  thou  ! 

In  all  the  confidence  of  hope 
I  claim  the  blessing  now. 

5  ’Tis  done:  thou  dost  this  moment  save, 

With  full  salvation  bless  ; 

Redemption  through  thy  blood  I  have, 
And  spotless  love  and  peace.— C.  Wesley . 


AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, — 

A  foll’wer  of  the  Lamb, — 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 


C.  M. 


2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease  ; 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail’d  through  bloody  seas? 


3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 


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4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 

I’ll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die : 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, — 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh.— Watts. 


MUST  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No,  there’s  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there’s  a  cross  for  me. 


C.  M. 


2  The  consecrated  cross  I’ll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 

And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there’s  a  crown  for  me. 


3  Upon  the  crystal  pavement,  down 

At  Jesus’  pierced  feet, 

Joyful  I’ll  cast  my  golden  crown, 

And  his  dear  name  repeat. 

4  O  precious  cross  !  O  glorious  crown  ! 

O  resurrection  day  ! 

Ye  angels,  from  the  heavens  come  down 
And  bear  my  soul  away.— Mason. 

60  C.  M. 

IN  hope,  against  all  human  hope, 
Self-desperate,  I  believe  ; 

Thy  quick’ning  word  shall  raise  me  up, 
Thou  shalt  Thy  Spirit  give. 

2  The  thing  surpasses  all  my  thought, 

But  faithful  is  my  Lord ; 

Through  unbelief  I  stagger  not, 

For  God  hath  spoke  the  word. 

3  Faith,  mighty  faith,  the  promise  sees, 

And  looks  to  that  alone  ; 

Laughs  at  impossibilities, 

And  cries,  “  It  shall  be  done  !  ” 

4  Obedient  faith,  that  waits  on  Thee, 

Thou  never  wilt  reprove  ; 

But  Thou  wilt  form  Thy  Son  in  me, 

And  perfect  me  in  love.—  C.  Wesley. 


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61  c.  M. 

THE  cross  !  the  cross  !  the  blood-stained  cross  ! 

The  hallow’d  cross  I  see, 

Reminding  me  of  precious  blood 
That  once  was  shed  for  me. 

0  the  blood  !  the  precious  blood !  that  Jesus  shed  for  me 
Upon  the  cross  in  crimson  flood,  just  now  by  faith  I  see. 

2  A  thousand  thousand  fountains  spring 
Up  from  the  throne  of  God  ; 

But  none  to  me  such  blessings  bring 
As  Jesus’  precious  blood. 

3  That  priceless  blood  my  ransom  paid, 

While  I  in  bondage  stood  ; 

On  Jesus  all  my  sins  were  laid  ; 

He  saved  me  with  his  blood. 

4  By  faith  that  blood  now  sweeps  away 
My  sins,  as  like  a  flood  ; 

Nor  lets  one  guilty  blemish  stay ; 

All  praise  to  Jesus’  blood  ! 

5  This  wondrous  theme  will  best  employ 
My  harp  before  my  God  ; 

And  make  all  heaven  resound  with  joy 
For  Jesus’  cleansing  blood.— McDonald. 

62  s.  m. 

ND  can  I  yet  delay 
My  little  all  to  give  ? 

To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away 
For  Jesus  to  receive? 

Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all,  all  to  him  I  owe  ; 

In  that  fountain  fill’d  with  blood,  he  washes  white  as  snow. 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield  ; 

I  can  hold  out  no  more : 

I  sink,  by  dying  love  compell’d, 

And  own  thee  conqueror. 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake  ; 

My  friends,  my  all,  resign  : 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take,- 
And  seal  me  ever  thine. 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove  ; 

Settle  and  fix  my  wav’ring  soul 

With  all  thy  weight  of  love.— C.  Wesley . 


A: 


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IN  some  way  or  other  the  Lord  will  provide  : 

It  may  not  be  my  way,  it  may  not  be  thy  way  ; 
And  yet,  in  his  own  way,  “  The  Lord  will  provide.’* 

Cho. — ‘■Then  we’ll  trust  in  the  Lord,  and  he  will  provide ; 
Yes,  we’ll  trust  in  the  Lord,  ahd  he  will  provide. 

2  At  some  time  or  other  the  Lord  will  provide  : 

It  may  not  be  my  time,  it  may  not  be  thy  time  ; 

And  yet,  in  his  own  time,  “  The  Lord  will  provide.” 

3  Despond  then  no  longer,  the  Lord  will  provide  ; 
And  this  be  the  token — no  word  he  hath  spoken 
Was  ever  yet  broken  :  “  The  Lord  will  provide.” 

4  March  on,  then,  right  boldly,  the  sea  shall  divide  ; 
The  pathway  made  glorious  with  shoutings  victorious, 
We’ll  join  in  the  chorus,  “  The  Lord  will  provide.” 

Mrs.  M.  A .  Cook. 


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4 


S.  M. 


NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts 
On  Jewish  altar  slain, 

Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  our  stain. 

But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 

A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 

My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 

Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  feel  the  curse  remove  ; 

We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love.— JVatts. 


8s  &  7S. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee : 

Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 

Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I’ve  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 

Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition ! 

God  and  heav’n  are  still  my  own. 


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2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too ; 

Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me:  — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue. 

And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 

Foes  may  hate  and  friends  may  shun  me, 

Show  thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

’Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 

Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 

O  ’tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ! 

O  ’twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

4  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o’er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 

Try  to  find  in  every  station 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear : 

Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  ! 

What  a  Father’s  smile  is  thine  ! 

What  a  Saviour  died  to  win  thee  ! 

Child  of  heav’n,  shouldst  thou  repine? 

5  Haste  then  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm’d  by  faith,  and  wing’d  by  pray’r  ; 
Heaven’s  eternal  day’s  before  thee  ; 

God’s  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 

Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 

Hope  soon  change  to  full  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight  and  pray’r  to  praise.—//'.  F.  Lyte. 


W87,  87,  47. 
ELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer  ! 
Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  ; 

Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender  ; 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine  ; 

Thine  entirely  ;  Through  eternal  ages  thine. 
Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 

Earth  and  hell  will  disappear ; 

Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 

When  they  find  the  Lord  is  there. 

Shout,  O  Zion  !  Shout,  ye  saints  !  the  Lord  is  here. 


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Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all,  all  to  him  I  owe, 

Sin  has  left  a  crimson  stain,  he  washes  white  as  snow. 


2  My  heart  to  thee  I  bring,  The  heart  I  cannot  read, 
A  faithless  wand’ ring  thing,  An  evil  heart  indeed. 

3  To  thee  I  bring  my  care,  The  care  I  cannot  flee  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  only  share,  But  take  it  all  for  me. 

4  I  bring  my  grief  to  thee,  The  grief  I  cannot  tell ; 
No  words  shall  needed  be,  Thouknowest  all  so  well. 


5  My  joys  to  thee  I  bring,  The  joys  thy  love  has  giv’n, 
That  each  may  be  awing  To  lift  me  nearer  heav’n. 

6  My  life  I  bring  to  thee,  I  would  not  be  my  own  ; 

O  Saviour,  let  me  be  thine,  Ever  thine  alone. 

Francis  R.  Haver  gal. 


6,  6,  4. 

j\  T  Y  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 

1V1  Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary,  Saviour  Divine  ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray  ; 

Take  all  my  sin  away  : 

O  let  me  from  this  day  Be  wholly  thine  ! 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 

Strength  to  my  fainting  heart,  My  zeal  inspire. 

As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 

O  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be,  A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 

And  griefs  around  me  spread,  Be  thou  my  guide. 

Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 

Wipe  sorrow’s  tears  away, 

Nor  let  me  ever  stray  From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life’s  transient  dream, 

When  death’s  cold  sullen  stream  Shall  o’er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love 
Fear  and  distrust  remove, 

O  bear  me  safe  above,  A  ransom’d  soul  \—R.  Palmer. 


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THE  precious  blood  of  Jesus,  It  washes  white  as  snow  ; 

2  Lord,  I  believe  it,  For  thou  hast  washed  me. 

3  Shout,  shout  the  victory,  We’re  on  our  journey  home. 

4  We  shall  wear  a  crown  of  glory  With  Jesus  in  the  sky. 


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Oto  be  nothing,  nothing, 

Only  to  lie  at  his  feet, 

A  broken  and  emptied  vessel, 

For  the  Master’s  use  made  meet. 
Emptied  that  he  might  fill  me 
As  forth  to  his  service  I  go  ; 

Broken,  that  so  unhindered, 

His  life  through  me  might  flow. 

Cho. — O  to  be  nothing,  nothing,  only  to  lie  at  his  feet, 

A  broken  and  emptied  vessel,  for  the  Master’s  use  made  meet. 

2  O  to  be  nothing,  nothing, 

Only  as  led  by  his  hand  ; 

A  messenger  at  his  gateway, 

Only  waiting  for  his  command  ; 

Only  an  instrument  ready 

His  praises  to  sound  at  his  will, 

Willing,  should  he  not  require  me 
In  silence  to  wait  on  him  still. 


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3  O  to  be  nothing,  nothing, 

Painful  the  humbling  may  be  : 

Yet  low  in  the  dust  I’d  lay  me 

That  the  world  might  my  Saviour  see. 
Rather  be  nothing,  nothing, — 

To  him  let  their  voices  be  raised  ; 

He  is  the  Fountain  of  blessing, 

He  only  is  most  to  be  praised. 

Georgiana  M .  Taylor . 

I  HEAR  the  Saviour  say, 

Thy  strength  indeed  is  small ; 

Child  of  weakness,  watch  and  pray, 

Find  in  me  thine  all  in  all. 

Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all — All  to  him  I  owe, 
Sin  had  left  a  crimson  stain  ; 

He  washed  it  white  as  snow. 

2  Lord,  now  indeed  I  find 

Thy  power,  and  thine  alone, 

Can  change  the  leper’s  spots, 

And  melt  the  heart  of  stone. 


3  For  nothing  good  have  I 

Whereby  thy  grace  to  claim — 

I  wash  my  garments  white 

In  the  blood  of  Calvary’s  Lamb. 


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4  When  from  my  dying  bed 

My  ransom’d  soul  shall  rise, 
Then  “  Jesus  paid  it  all  ” 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies. 


5  And  when  before  the  throne 
I  stand  in  him  complete, 

I’ll  lay  my  trophies  down, 

All  down  at  Jesus’  feet — Mrs.  E.  M.  Hall. 


6  lines  8s. 

0GOD,  what  offering  shall  I  give 

To  thee,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  skies  ? 
My  spirit,  soul,  and  flesh  receive 
A  holy,  living  sacrifice  : 

Small  as  it  is,  ’tis  all  my  store  ; 

More  shouldst  thou  have  if  I  had  more. 


2  Now  then,  my  God,  thou  hast  my  soul : 
No  longer  mine,  but  thine  I  am  ; 
Guard  thou  thine  own,  possess  it  whole  ; 

Cheer  it  writh  hope,  with  love  inflame  : 
Thou  hast  my  spirit ;  there  display 
Thy  glory  to  the  perfect  day. 


3  Thou  hast  my  flesh,  thy  hallow’d  shrine, 
Devoted  solely  to  thy  will  : 

Here  let  thy  light  forever  shine, 

This  house  still  let  thy  presence  fill  ; 

O  source  of  life,  live,  dwell,  and  move 
In  me,  till  all  my  life  be  love.—  y.  Wesley. 

THE  blood  of  Christ  now  cleanses  me 
As  soon  as  I  believe. 


2  See  all  your  sins  on  Jesus  laid, 
They’re  wash’d  as  white  as  snow. 

3  No  Jewish  type  could  cleanse  me  so, 
’Tis  Jesus’  blood  alone. 

4  I  stagger  not  through  unbelief, 

F or  God  hath  spoke  the  word. 

5  O  death  to  me  has  lost  its  sting, 

I’ve  Jesus  in  my  heart. 

6  Soon,  soon,  I’ll  soar  to  realms  above 
And  reign  with  Jesus  there. 


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89 


8,  7- 

^PHE  great  physician  now  is  near, 

1  I  love  the  name  of  Jesus  ; 

He  speaks  the  drooping  heart  to  cheer, 

I  now  believe  in  Jesus. 


Believing,  believing,  There’s  nothing  like  believing ; 

For  if  you  want  to  go  to  heaven  You  must  live  and  die  believing. 

2  He  speaks  just  now  my  sins  forgiven, 

And  gives  me  glory,  peace,  and  heaven. 


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3  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

I  will  believe  in  Jesus’  name. 

FATHER,  I  know  that  all  my  life 
Is  portion’d  out  for  me, 

The  changes  that  will  surely  come 
I  do  not  fear  to  see  ; 

I  ask  Thee  for  a  present  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  thee. 

2  I  ask  Thee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 
Through  constant  watching  wise 
To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles, 
And  wipe  the  weeping  eyes  ; 

A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

3  I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 
That  hurries  to  and  fro, 

That  seeks  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 
Or  secret  thing  to  know  ; 

I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

4  Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe’er  estate, 

I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts 
To  keep  and  cultivate  ; 

A  work  of  lowly  love  to  do 
For  Him  on  whom  I  wait. 


5  I  ask  Thee  for  the  daily  strength, 

To  none  that  ask  denied  ; 

A  mind  to  blend  the  outward  life, 
While  keeping  at  Thy  side  : 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  Thou  be  glorified — a.  L.  Waring , 


CONSECRATION  AND  FAITH. 


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NEARER,  my  God,  to  Thee,  Nearer  to  Thee  ! 
E’en  though  it  be  a  cross  That  raiseth  me, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer,  The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me,  My  rest  a  stone  : 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I’d  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

3  There  let  the  way  appear  Steps  unto  heaven  ; 

All  that  thou  sendest  me  In  mercy  given : 

Angels  to  beckon  me 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  Nearer  to  thee  ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts,  Bright  with  thy 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs,  Bethel  I’ll  raise  [praise, 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  Nearer  to  Thee ! 

5  Or,  if  on  joyful  wing,  Cleaving  the  sky, 

Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forget,  Upward  I  fly ; 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

Mrs.  S.  F.  A  dams . 


FULL  SALVATION. 

77  87,  87,  47. 

FULL  salvation  !  full  salvation  ! 

Lo  !  the  fountain  open’d  wide 
Streams  through  ev’ry  land  and  nation, 

From  the  Saviour’s  wounded  side: 

Full  salvation!  Streams  an  endless  crimson  tide. 


2  O’er  the  page  of  condemnation 

See  the  cleansing  current  flow, 

Washing  stains  of  deep  carnation 
Whiter  than  the  driven  snow  : 

Full  salvation  !  O,  the  rapturous  bliss  to  know! 

3  Love’s  resistless  current  sweeping 

All  the  regions  deep  within  ; 

Thought,  and  wish,  and  senses  keeping 
Now,  and  every  instant,  clean  ; 

Full  salvation  !  Full  salvation  from  all  sin  ! 

4  Life  immortal,  heaven  descending, 

Lo,  the  Spirit  seeks  His  shrine  ! 


FULL  SAL  VA  TION. 


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God  and  man  in  oneness  bending — 

O,  what  fellowship  is  mine  ! 

Full  salvation,  Raised  in  Christ  to  life  divine. 
Care  and  doubting,  sin  and  sorrow, 

Fear  and  shame,  are  mine  no  more  ; 

Faith  knows  naught  of  dark  to-morrow, 

For  my  Saviour  goes  before  ; 

Full  salvation,  Full  and  free  for  evermore  ! 

Bottome . 

Otlie  bitter  shame,  and  sorrow, 

That  a  time  could  ever  be, 

When  I  let  the  Saviour’s  pity, 

Plead  in  vain,  and  proudly  answered, — 

“  All  of  self,  and  none  of  Thee.” 

Yet  He  found  me  ;  I  beheld  Him, 

Bleeding  on  the  accursed  tree, 

Heard  Him  pray,  “Forgive  them,  Father,” 
And  my  wistful  heart  said  faintly, — 

“  Some  of  self,  and  some  of  Thee.” 

Day  by  day  his  tender  mercy, 

Healing,  helping,  full  and  free, 

Sweet  and  strong,  and  ah  !  so  patient, 
Brought  me  lower,  while  I  whispered, — 

“  Less  of  self,  and  more  of  Thee.” 

Higher  than  the  highest  heavens, 

Deeper  than  the  deepest  sea, 

Lord,  Thy  love  at  last  hath  conquer’d : 

Grant  me  now  my  soul’s  desire, — 

“  None  of  self,  and  all  of  Th ze”—Monod. 

c.  M. 

T  MMORTAL  principles  forbid 
1  The  sons  of  God  to  sin  ; 

Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within. 

2  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave 
Do  they  perform  his  will  ; 

But  with  the  noblest  powers  they  have, 

His  sweet  commands  fulfill. 

3  They  find  access  at  every  hour 
To  God  within  the  vail  ; 

Hence  they  derive  a  quickening  power, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 


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4  O  happy  souls !  O  glorious  state 
Of  overflowing  grace  ! 

To  dwell  so  near  the  Father’s  seat, 

And  see  his  lovely  face.— Watts. 

80  TOE  NEATH  the  glorious  throne  above 
JO  The  crystal  fountain  springing, 

A  river  full  of  life  and  love 
Is  joy  and  gladness  bringing. 

Cho. — O  fount  of  mercy  flowing  free, 

That  fount  is  open’d  wide  to  me  ; 

To  me,  to  me,  is  open’d  wide  to  me. 

2  Through  all  my  soul  its  waters  flow, 

Through  all  my  senses  stealing  ; 

And  deep  within  my  heart  I  know 
The  consciousness  of  healing. 

3  The  barren  wastes  are  fruitful  lands, 

The  desert  blooms  with  roses  ; 

And  He,  the  glory  of  all  lands, 

His  lovely  face  discloses. 

4  My  sun  no  more  goes  down  by  day, 

My  moon  no  more  is  waning  ; 

My  feet  run  swift  the  shining  way, 

The  heavenly  portals  gaining. 

5  O  depth  of  mercy,  breadth  of  grace, 

O  love  of  God  unbounded  ! 

My  soul  is  lost  in  sweet  amaze, 

_  _  O  wondrous  love  confounded  \—Bottome. 

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1AM  thine  own,  O  Christ !  Henceforth  entirely 
thine, 

And  life  from  this  glad  hour,  New  life,  is  mine. 

2  No  earthly  joy  can  lure  My  quiet  soul  from  thee  ; 

This  deep  delight,  so  pure  Is  heaven  to  me. 

3  My  joyful  song  of  praise  In  sweet  content  I  sing: 

To  thee  the  note  I  raise,  My  King !  my  King  ! 

4  I  cannot  tell  the  art  By  which  such  bliss  is  given  : 

I  know  thou  hast  my  heart,  And  I  have  heaven. 

5  O  peace,  O  holy  rest,  O  balmy  breath  of  love  : 

O  heart,  divinest,  best — Thy  depth  I  prove. 

6  I  ask  this  gift  of  thee — A  life  all  lily-fair, 

And  fragrant  as  the  place  Where  seraphs  are. 

Mrs.  Bradley . 


FULL  SALVATION. 


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83  C.  M. 

GOD  loved  the  world  of  sinners  lost 
And  ruined  by  the  fall  ! 

Salvation  full,  at  highest  cost, 

He  offers  free  to  all. 

O  ’twas  love,  ’twas  wondrous  love  !  The  love  of  God  to  me  ; 
It  brought  my  Saviour  from  above,  To  die  on  Calvary. 

2  E’en  now  by  faith  I  claim  him  mine, 

The  risen  Son  of  God  ; 

Redemption  by  his  death  I  find, 

And  cleansing  through  the  blood. 

3  Love  brings  the  glorious  fullness  in, 

And  to  his  saints  makes  known 
The  blessed  rest  from  inbred  sin, 

Through  faith  in  Christ  alone. 

4  Believing  souls,  rejoicing  go  ; 

There  shall  to  you  be  given 
A  glorious  foretaste  here  below 

Of  endless  life  in  heaven.— Mrs.  M.  Stockton. 

83 

JESUS  hath  died  and  hath  risen  again 
Pardon  and  peace  to  bestow  ; 

Fully  I  trust  him  ;  from  sin’s  guilty  stain 
Jesus  saves  me  now. 


Cho. — Jesus  saves  me  now,  Jesus  saves  me  now  ; 

Yes,  Jesus  saves  me  all  the  time  ;  Jesus  saves  me  now. 

2  Sin’s  condemnation  is  over  and  gone, 

Jesus  alone  knoweth  how  ; 

Life  and  salvation  my  soul  hath  put  on  ; 

Jesus  saves  me  now. 

3  Resting  in  Jesus,  abiding  in  him, 

Gladly  my  faith  can  avow  ; 

Never  again  need  my  pathway  be  dim, 

Jesus  saves  me  now. 

4  Jesus  is  stronger  than  Satan  and  sin, 

Satan  to  Jesus  must  bow  ; 

Therefore  I  triumph  without  and  within, 

Jesus  saves  me  now _ A.  C.  Downer. 


84r  8,  8,  8,  6. 

HE  tells  me  when,  and  where,  and  how, 
Just  at  His  footstool  as  I  bow, 

The  blood  of  Jesus  cleanses  now  ; 

This  moment  I  believe. 


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I2s  &  8s. 

I  HAVE  entered  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 

And  Jesus  abides  with  me  there  ; 

And  his  Spirit  and  blood  makes  my  cleansing  com- 
And  his  perfect  love  casteth  out  fear.  [plete, 

Cho. — O  come  to  this  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 
Where  Jesus  will  fullness  bestow, 

And  believe,  and  receive,  and  confess  him, 
That  all  his  salvation  may  know. 

2  There  is  peace  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 
And  plenty  the  land  doth  impart ; 

And  there’s  rest  for  the  weary,  worn  traveler’s  feet, 
And  joy  for  the  sorrowing  heart. 

3  There  is  love  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet. 
Such  as  none  but  the  blood-washed  may  feel  ; 
When  heaven  comes  down  redeemed  spirits  to  greet, 
And  Christ  sets  his  covenant  seal. 

4  There’s  a  song  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 
That  angels  would  fain  join  the  strain  ; 

As  with  rapturous  praises  we  bow  at  his  feet, 

Crying,  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. 

Mrs.  Wittenmyer . 

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C.  M. 


NOW  I  see  the  crimson  wave, 
j  The  fountain  deep  and  wide  ; 


Jesus,  my  Lord,  mighty  to  save, 

Points  to  his  wounded  side. 

Cho . — The  cleansing  stream,  I  see,  I  see  ! 

I  plunge,  and,  O,  it  cleanseth  me  ; 

O,  praise  the  Lord,  it  cleanseth  me  ! 

It  cleanseth  me,  yes,  cleanseth  me  ! 

I  see  the  new  creation  rise, 

I  hear  the  speaking  blood  ; 

It  speaks  !  polluted  nature  dies  ! 

Sinks  ’neath  the  cleansing  flood. 

I  rise  to  walk  in  heaven’s  own  light, 

Above  the  world  and  sin, 

With  heart  made  pure,  and  garments  white, 
And  Christ  enthroned  within. 

Amazing  grace  !  ’tis  heav’n  below 
To  feel  the  blood  applied  ; 

And  Jesus,  only  Jesus  know, 

My  Jesus  crucified.— Mrs.  Phoebe  Palmer. 


FULL  SALVATION. 


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FOREVER  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  thy  bleeding  side : 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  died  ! 


c.  M. 


2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 

Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 

And  cleanse,  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own  ; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art ; 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 

My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  The’  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve  ; 

Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 

And  all  my  soul  be  love.— C.  Wesley. 

C.  M. 


MY  heart  is  resting,  O  my  God, 

■  I  will  give  thanks  and  sing  ; 
My  heart  is  at  the  secret  source 
Of  ev’ry  precious  thing. 

2  Now  the  frail  vessel  thou  hast  made, 
No  hand  but  thine  shall  fill ; 

The  waters  of  the  earth  have  failed, 
And  I  am  thirsty  still. 

3  I  thirst  for  springs  of  heavenly  life, 
And  here  all  day  they  rise — 

I  seek  the  treasure  of  thy  love, 

And  close  at  hand  it  lies. 


4  And  a  new  song  is  in  my  mouth, 

To  long-loved  music  set — 

Glory  to  thee  for  all  the  grace 
I  have  not  tasted  yet. 

5  There  is  a  certainty  of  love 

That  sets  my  heart  at  rest ; 

A  calm  assurance  for  to-day, 

That  to  be  poor  is  best. 

6  A  prayer  reposing  on  his  truth, 

Who  hath  made  all  things  mine  ; 

That  draws  my  captive  will  to  him, 

And  makes  it  one  with  thine. 

A  nna  L .  Waring. 


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C.  M. 

OUR  God  is  love  ;  and  all  his  saints 
His  image  bear  below  ; 

The  heart  with  love  to  God  inspired, 

With  love  to  man  will  glow. 

None  who  are  truly  born  of  God 
Can  live  in  enmity  ; 

Then  may  we  love  each  other,  Lord, 

As  we  are  loved  by  thee. 

Heirs  of  the  same  immortal  bliss. 

Our  hopes  and  fears  the  same, 

With  bonds  of  love  our  hearts  unite, 

With  mutual  love  inflame. 

So  may  the  unbelieving  world 
See  how  true  Christians  love  ; 

And  glorify  our  Saviour’s  grace, 

And  seek  that  grace  to  prove. 

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OW  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 
Sure  my  soul’s  anchor  may  remain  : 
The  wounds  of  Jesus,  for  my  sin 
Before  the  world’s  foundation  slain  ; 
Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay, 

When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled  away. 

2  O  love,  thou  bottomless  abyss, 

My  sins  are  swallow’d  up  in  thee  ; 

Covered  is  my  unrighteousness, 

Nor  spot  of  guilt  remains  on  me, 

While  Jesus’  blood,  through  earth  and  skies, 
Mercy,  free,  boundless  mercy,  cries. 

3  With  faith  I  plunge  me  in  this  sea  ; 

Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 

Hither,  when  hell  assails,  I  flee  ; 

I  look  into  my  Saviour’s  breast  ; 

Away,  sad  doubt,  and  anxious  fear  ! 

Mercy  is  all  that’s  written  there. 

4  Fixed  on  this  ground  will  I  remain, 

Though  my  heart  fail,  and  flesh  decay  ; 
This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain 
When  earth’s  foundations  melt  away  ; 
Mercy’s  full  power  I  then  shall  prove, 

Love  with  an  everlasting  love. — Zinzendorf* 


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0  PRECIOUS  blood,  0  glorious  death, 

By  which  the  sinner  lives  ! 

When  stung  with  sin,  this  blood  we  view, 

And  all  our  joy  revives. 

Cho. — O,  the  blood  of  Jesus  !  the  precious  blood  of  Jesus  ! 

O,  the  blood  of  Jesus  !  it  cleanseth  from  all  sin  ! 

2  The  blood  that  purchas’d  our  release 
Now  washes  out  our  stains  ; 

Our  scarlet  crimes  are  made  as  wool, 

No  spot  of  sin  remains. 

3  The  blood  that  makes  his  glorious  Church 
From  every  blemish  free  ; 

And  O  !  the  riches  of  his  love, 

He  pour’d  it  out  for  me. 

4  Guilty  and  worthless  as  I  was, 

It  all  for  me  was  given  ; 

And  boldness  through  that  blood  I  have 
To  enter  into  heaven. — Toplady. 

Q2  io  &  ns. 

ALL  thanks  to  the  Lamb,  who  gives  us  to  meet : 

His  love  we  proclaim,  his  praises  repeat. 

Cho . — Hallelujah,  ’tis  done  !  salvation  is  won  ; 

We  “  are  clean  through  the  Word  ”  of  the  dear  u  Holy  One.” 

2  We  own  him  our  Jesus,  continually  near 
To  pardon  and  bless  us,  and  perfect  us  here. 

3  In  him  we  have  peace,  in  him  we  have  power, 
Preserved  by  his  grace  through  ev’ry  dark  hour. 

4  In  all  our  temptations  he  gives  us,  to  prove 
His  utmost  salvation,  his  fullness  of  love. 

5  And  this  we  do  find,  that  to  Him  we’re  so  join’d, 
He’ll  not  be  in  glory,  and  leave  us  behind.— Wesley. 

93  ns. 


OYE  that  are  weary  and  laden  of  soul,  [whole  ; 

5  Come,  come  to  the  fountain  that  maketh  you 
There’s  peace  in  believing,  there’s  rest  in  His  name. 
There’s  healing  for  all  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

Cho. — Rest,  rest,  sweet,  sweet  rest, 

In  the  bosom  of  Jesus  there  only  is  rest. 

2  O  cease  from  your  anguish  ye  toilers  for  life, 

For  vain  is  your  labor  and  fruitless  your  strife, 

No  hope  can  they  bring  you,  no  joy  to  your  heart, 
None,  none  but  the  Saviour  can  resting  impart. 


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3  Then  come  to  the  Saviour,  ye  weary  and  worn, 
Your  burdens  and  sorrows  for  you  he  hath  borne  ; 

No  anguish  that  pierceth  but  pierced  him  before, 

No  thorn  is  so  sharp  as  the  crown  which  he  wore. 

4  Rest,  rest,  blessed  Jesus,  O  sweet  rest  at  last ; 

Like  calm  on  the  ocean  when  tempest  is  past  ; 

The  morning-light  breaketh  in  joy  from  above, 

And  illumines  my  soul  with  his  rainbow  of  love. 

Bottome . 

94r  US. 

THE  conflict  is  over,  the  tempest  is  past, 

I’m  resting  in  Jesus,  I’m  resting  at  last ; 

The  billows  that  fill’d  my  poor  soul  with  alarm, 
Are  hush’d  at  his  word  into  stillness  and  calm. 

Cho. — I’m  resting,  I’m  resting,  I’m  resting  at  last, 

I’m  resting  in  Jesus,  I’m  resting  at  last. 

2  There’s  peace  in  believing,  sweet  peace  to  the  soul, 
To  know  that  he  maketh  me  perfectly  whole. 
There’s  joy  everlasting  to  feel  his  blood  flow, 

’Tis  life  from  the  dead  my  Redeemer  to  know. 

3  O  hinder  me  not  while  His  love  I  proclaim, 

My  soul  makes  her  boast  of  his  wonderful  name. 

I  stand  with  my  foot  on  the  neck  of  my  foe, 

Then  bounding  with  gladness  triumphant  I  go. 

4  There’s  peace  in  believing,  sweet  peace  to  the  soul, 
To  know  that  he  maketh  me  perfectly  whole. 

O  come  to  the  fountain,  O  come  at  his  call,  [all. 
There’s  healing,  and  cleansing,  and  welcome  for 

Bottome. 

95  iis. 

0  BLISS  of  the  purified  !  bliss  of  the  free  ! 

I  plung’d  in  the  crimson  tide  open’d  for  me  ! 
O’er  sin  and  uncleanness  exulting  I  stand, 

And  point  to  the  print  of  the  nails  in  His  hand. 
Cho. — O  !  sing  of  His  mighty  love — mighty  to  save. 

2  O  bliss  of  the  purified,  Jesus  is  mine, 

No  longer  in  dread  condemnation  I  pine  ; 

In  conscious  salvation  I  sing  of  His  grace 
Who  lifted  upon  me  the  smiles  of  His  face  ! 

3  O  bliss  of  the  purified  !  bliss  of  the  pure  ! 

No  wound  hath  the  soul  that  His  blood  cannot  cure  ; 
No  sorrow-bowed  head  but  may  sweetly  find  rest, 
No  tears — but  may  dry  them  on  Jesus’s  breast. 


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4  O,  Jesus  the  crucified  !  Thee  will  I  sing ! 

My  blessed  Redeemer,  my  God,  and  my  King  ! 

My  soul, filled  with  rapture, shall  shout  o’er  the  grave, 
And  triumph  in  death  in  the  mighty  to  save  ! 

Bottome . 

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IORD,  thou  hast  made  Thyself  to  me 
_j  A  living,  bright  reality, 

More  present  to  faith’s  vision  keen 
Than  any  outward  object  seen  ; 

More  dear,  more  intimately  nigh, 

Than  e’en  the  closest  earthly  tie. 

2  And  thou,  blest  vision  of  my  soul, 

Hast  made  my  broken  nature  whole  ; 

Hast  purified  my  base  desires 
And  kindled  passion’s  holiest  fires. 

My  nature  thou  hast  lifted  up, 

And  filled  me  with  a  glorious  hope. 

3  Nearer  and  dearer  still  to  me, 

Thou  living,  loving,  Saviour  be. 

Brighter  the  vision  of  thy  face, 

More  charming  still  thy  words  of  grace  ; 

So,  life  shall  be  transformed  to  love, 

A  heaven  below — a  heaven  above. — French . 


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I  LEFT  it  all  with  Jesus  Long  ago ; 

All  my  sins  I  brought  him,  And  my  woe. 
When  by  faith  I  saw  him  On  the  tree, 

Heard  his  small,  still  whisper,  ‘  'Tis  for  thee 
From  my  heart  the  burden  Rolled  away — 

Happy  day. 

I  leave  it  all  with  Jesus  Day  by  day ; 

Faith  can  firmly  trust  him  Come  what  may. 

Hope  has  dropped  her  anchor,  Found  her  rest 
In  the  calm,  sure  haven  Of  his  breast : 

Love  esteems  it  heaven  To  abide 
At  his  side, 

O,  leave  it  all  with  Jesus,  Drooping  soul ! 

Tell  not  half  the  story,  But  the  whole. 

Worlds  on  worlds  are  hanging  On  his  hand, 

Life  and  death  are  waiting  His  command  ; 

Yet  his  tender  bosom  Makes  thee  room — 

O  come  home  \—E.  H.  Willis . 


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98  I2S  &  9s. 

I  HAVE  heard  of  a  fountain  of  cleansing  from  sin, 
Where  the  guilty  may  wash  and  be  clean  ; 
Transgressions  without  and  pollution  within 
Are  lost  in  the  health-giving  stream. 

Cho. — O  come  to  this  fountain  of  cleansing,  O  come, 

So  freely  for  all  it  doth  flow  ; 

Salvation  and  peace  for  each  sin-burden’d  one, 
And  healing  will  Jesus  bestow. 

2  This  glorious  fountain  by  faith  I  now  see, 

And,  guided  by  light  from  above, 

I  bathe  my  poor  soul  in  its  waters  so  free, 

And  am  saved  through  omnipotent  love. 

3  This  life-giving  fountain  I’ll  publish  below, 

Till  I  enter  the  city  so  fair ; 

There  glories  untold  will  the  Saviour  bestow, 

That  only  the  purified  share. 

4  O,  wonderful  fountain,  I’ll  sing  of  its  fame, 

Of  the  power  of  its  life-giving  stream  ; 

The  glory  ascribe  to  Immanuel’s  name, 

So  mighty  from  sin  to  redeem. 

5  Forever  at  home  in  that  beautiful  land, 

With  the  blood  washed  so  holy  and  clean; 

We’ll  sing  the  new  song  ’mid  the  angelic  band, 

For  this  fountain  once  opened  for  sin. 

Mrs.  M.  Stockton . 

99  L.  M. 

ALL  scenes  alike  engaging  prove 

To  souls  impressed  with  sacred  love  ; 
Where’er  they  dwell,  they  dwell  in  thee — 

In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

2  To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time  ; 

My  country  is  in  ev’ry  clime. 

I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore  since  God  is  there. 

3  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 

The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none  ; 

But  with  my  God  to  guide  my  way, 

’Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

4  Could  I  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 

That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot  ; 

But  regions  none  remote  I  call 

Secure  of  finding  God  in  all — Madame  Guion. 


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9s. 

LET  us  sing  of  his  love  once  again, 

Of  the  love  that  can  never  decay, 

Of  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  newly  slain, 

Till  we  praise  him  again  in  that  day. 

Cho. — I  believe — Jesus  saves, 

And  his  blood  makes  me  “  whiter  than  snow.” 


2  There  is  cleansing  and  healing  for  all 

4  Who  have  washed  in  the  life-giving  blood  ; 
There  is  life  everlasting  and  joy 

At  the  right  hand  of  God,  through  the  blood. 

3  Even  now  while  we  tas^e  of  his  love 

We  are  filled  with  delight  at  his  name  ; 

But  what  will  it  be  when  above 

We  shall  join  in  the  song  of  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  we’ll  march  in  his  name  till  we  come 

At  his  bidding  to  enter  our  rest ; 

And  the  Father  shall  welcome  us  home 
To  our  place  in  the  realms  of  the  blest. 

5  So  with  banner  unfurled  to  the  breeze, 

Our  motto  shall  holiness  be, 

Till  the  crown  at  his  hand  we  shall  seize, 

And  the  King  in  his  glory  we  see.—£ottonu. 


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THOU  sweet,  beloved  will  of  God, 

My  anchor  ground,  my  fortress  hill, 
My  spirit’s  silent,  fair  abode, 

In  thee  I  hide  me  and  am  still. 


2  O  will,  that  wiliest  good  alone, 

Lead  thou  the  way,  thou  guidest  best  ; 
A  little  child,  I  follow7  on, 

And,  trusting,  lean  upon  thy  breast. 

3  Thy  beautiful  sweet  will,  my  God, 

Holds  fast  in  his  sublime  embrace 
My  captive  will,  a  gladsome  bird, 
Prison’d  in  such  a  realm  of  grace. 

4  Within  this  place  of  certain  good 

Love  evermore  expands  her  wings  ; 

Or,  nestling  in  thy  perfect  choice, 

Abides  content  with  what  it  brings. 

5  Upon  God's  will  I  lay  me  down, 

As  child  upon  its  mother’s  breast  ; 


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No  silken  couch,  nor  softest  bed, 

Could  ever  give  me  such  deep  rest. 

6  Thy  wonderful  grand  will,  my  God, 

With  triumph  now  I  make  it  mine  ; 

And  faith  shall  cry  a  joyous  Yes  ! 

To  every  dear  command  of  thine. 

Madame  Guion. 

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COME  to  the  fountain  flowing  deep  and  wide, 
Flowing  for  sinners  from  Immanuel’s  side  ; 
Rise  from  ’neath  its  purple  tide 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

Cho. — Glory  evermore  to  the  dear  Redeemer’s  name, 
Wash’d  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

2  Ye  who  are  burden’d  with  a  sense  of  sin, 
Feeling  its  guilt  and  secret  power  within, 

May  be  made  entirely  clean, 

Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 


3  Still  flows  the  fountain  ever  full  and  free, 

Saving  its  thousands,  even  such  as  we  ;  » 

And  yet  thousands  more  may  be 

Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb — T.  C.  O' Kane. 

103  .  L.  M. 

JESUS,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 

Great  Saviour  of  thy  Church  below  ; 

If  now  thy  spirit  move  my  breast, 

Hear,  and  fulfill  thine  own  request. 

2  The  few  that  truly  call  thee  Lord, 

And  trust  thy  sanctifying  word, 

Who  thee  their  utmost  Saviour  own — 

Unite  and  perfect  them  in  one. 

3  O  sanctify  them,  Lord,  and  show 

Thy  glorious,  spotless  Church  below  ; 

From  every  sinful  wrinkle  free  — 

Redeemed  from  all  iniquity. 

4  O  let  them  all  thy  mind  express, 

Stand  forth  thy  chosen  witnesses  ; 

Thy  power  unto  salvation  show, 

And  perfect  holiness  below. 

5  In  them  let  all  mankind  behold 

How  Christians  lived  in  days  of  old  ; 
Mighty  their  envious  foes  to  move — 

A  proverb  of  reproach  and  love. — C.  IVesley. 


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88,  86. 


0HOLY  Saviour!  Friend  unseen  ! 

Since  on  thy  arm  thou  bidd’st  me  lean, 
Help  me  throughout  life’s  varying  scene, 

By  faith  to  rest  in  thee. 

2  Blest  with  this  fellowship  divine, 

Take  what  thou  wilt,  I’ll  ne’er  repine  ; 

E’en  as  the  branches  in  the  vine, 

My  soul  shall  rest  in  thee. 

3  Far  from  her  home,  fatigued,  oppress’d, 

Here  has  she  found  her  place  of  rest, 

An  exile  still,  yet  not  unbless’d, 

While  she  can  rest  in  thee. 

4  Without  a  murmur,  I  dismiss 
My  former  dreams  of  earthly  bliss, 

My  joy,  my  consolation  this, 

Each  hour  to  rest  in  thee. 

5  Though  faith  and  hope  may  long  be  tried, 

I  ask  not,  need  not,  aught  beside  ; 

How  safe,  how  calm,  how  satisfied, 

The  soul  that  rests  in  thee  ! 

6  They  fear  not  Satan,  nor  the  grave  ; 

They  feel  thee  near,  and  strong  to  save  , 

Nor  dread  to  cross  e’en  death’s  cold' wave, 

Because  they  rest  in  thee— Charlotte  Elliott . 


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NEARER,  Jesus,  bring  us  nearer 
To  thy  precious,  bleeding  side  ; 

We  would  cast  our  idols  from  us, 

We  would  nearer  thee  abide. 

Cho. — Glory,  glory  be  to  Jesus, 

I  can  count  all  things  but  loss  ; 


I  have  found  a  full  salvation, 
I  am  resting  at  the  cross. 


2  May  our  robes  be  pure  and  spotless, 

Without  wrinkle,  blood-washed,  white; 
Ready  for  the  day  of  crowning. 

Ready  for  our  home  of  light. 

3  Make  my  heart  thy  home,  dear  Jesus, 

Thine  to  wash,  to  cleanse,  refine  ; 

*  Thine  by  blood-bought  right  to  enter  ; 
Thine  through  endless  ages,  thine. 


E.  J.  Coffin. 


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106  8s  &  7s. 

PRECIOUS  Saviour,  thou  dost  save  me  ; 

Thine  and  only  thine  I  am. 

O  !  the  cleansing  blood  has  reached  me  ; 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb. 


Glory,  glory,  Jesus  saves  me  ;  Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

O!  the  cleansing  blood  has  reached  me  ;  Glory ,  glory  to  the  Lamb! 

2  Long  my  yearning  heart  was  trying 

To  enjoy  this  perfect  rest  ; 

But  I  gave  all  trying  over  ; 

Simply  trusting,  I  was  blest. 

3  Trusting,  trusting  every  moment, 

Knowing  now  the  blood  applied  ; 

Lying  at  the  cleansing  fountain, 

Dwelling  in  my  Saviour’s  side. 

4  Consecrated  to  thy  service, 

I  will  live  and  die  for  thee ; 

I  will  witness  to  thy  glory, 

Of  salvation  full  and  free. 


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Yes,  I  will  stand  up  for  Jesus — 

He  hath  surely  saved  my  soul  , 

Cleansed  me  from  inbred  corruption  ; 
Sanctified,  and  made  me  whole. 

Mrs.  L.  R.  Stead. 


BURIED  with  Christ  and  raised  with  him  too  ; 

What  is  there  left  for  me  to  do  ? 

Simply  to  cease  from  struggling  and  strife, 

Simply  to  “  walk  in  newness  of  life.”  Glory  be  to  God. 
2  “  Risen  with  Christ,”  my  glorious  head, 

Holiness  now  the  pathway  I  tread  ; 

Beautiful  thought,  while  walking  therein, 

“  He  that  is  dead  is  freed  from  sin.”  Glory,  etc. 

3  Living  with  Christ,  who  “  dieth  no  more,” 
Following  Christ  who  goeth  before  ; 

I  am  from  bondage  utterly  freed, 

Reckoning  self  now  “dead  indeed.”  Glory,  etc. 

4  Living  for  Christ,  my  members.  I  yield, 

Servant  to  God,  for  evermore  seal’d. 

“  Not  under  law,”  I’m  now  “  under  grace 

Sin  is  dethroned,  and  Christ  takes  its  place.  Glory,  etc. 

'1 .  Ryder. 


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8s  &  7S. 

OTHE  voice  of  tender  mercy, 

Clear  and  full  above  the  strife  ; 

It  is  Jesus  passing  by  me, 

Hark  !  He  speaks  the  word  of  life. 

Cho. — He  is  calling,  u  Come  to  me  ;  ” 

Lord,  I’ll  gladly  haste  to  thee. 

2  Lo  !  His  arm  hath  brought  salvation  ; 

He  is  mighty  to  redeem  ; 

There’s  no  mortal  tribulation 
But  is  lost  in  finding  Him. 

3  Lamb  of  God,  His  blood  atoneth, 

He  the  perfect  sacrifice  ; 

Not  a  sin  my  soul  bemoaneth, 

But  upon  His  altar  dies. 

4  Son  of  God,  He  ever  liveth, 

Saves  me  to  the  uttermost  ! 

And  in  Him  my  soul  receiveth 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

5  Blessed  sense  of  heaven  within  me, 

Blessed  consciousness  of  love  ; 

Blessed  resurrection  glory, 

Raised  to  sit  with  Christ  Above. 


6  O  the  fullness  of  salvation  ! 

O  the  broadness  of  His  grace  ! 

O  the  rapturous  exaltation  ! 

O  the  smiling  of  His  face  \—Bottome. 

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SAVIOUR,  more  than  life  to  me, 

I  am  clinging,  clinging  close  to  Thee  ; 
Let  Thy  precious  blood,  applied, 

Keep  me  ever,'  ever  near  Thy  side. 

Every  day,  every  hour,  Let  me  feel  thy  cleansing  power ; 

May  thy  tender  love  to  me,  Bind  me  closer,  closer,  Lord,  to  thee. 

2  Through  this  changing  world  below 
Lead  me  gently,  gently  as  I  go. 

Trusting  Thee,  I  cannot  stray  ; 

I  can  never,  never  lose  my  way. 

3  Let  me  love  Thee  more  and  more, 

Till  this  fleeting,  fleeting  life  is  o’er; 

Till  my  soul  is  lost  in  love, 

In  a  brighter,  brighter  world  above. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby. 


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gs  &  8s. 

110  T  STAND  all  bewildered  with  wonder, 

1  And  gaze  on  the  ocean  of  love  ; 

And  over  its  waves  to  my  spirit 
Comes  peace,  like  a  heavenly  dove. 

Cho. — The  cross  now  covers  my  sins,  The  past  is  under  the  blood  ; 
I’m  trusting  in  Jesus  for  all,  My  will  is  the  will  of  my  God. 


I  struggled  and  wrestled  to  win  it, 

The  blessing  that  setteth  me  free  ; 

But,  when  I  had  ceased  from  my  struggles, 

His  peace  Jesus  gave  unto  me. 

He  laid  His  hand  on  me  and  heal’d  me, 

And  bade  me  be  every  whit  whole  ; 

I  touched  but  the  hem  of  his  garment, 

And  glory  came  thrilling  my  soul. 

The  Prince  of  my  peace  is  now  passing, 

The  light  of  His  face  is  on  me  ; 

But  listen,  beloved,  He  speaketh — 

“  My  peace  I  will  give  unto  thee.”—  w.  Craft. 

7s. 

LOVED  with  everlasting  love, 

Led  by  grace  that  love  to  know  ; 
Spirit,  breathing  from  above, 

Thou  hast  taught  me  it  is  so  ! 

O,  this  full  and  perfect  peace  ! 

O,  this  transport  all  divine  ! 

In  a  love  which  cannot  cease, 

I  am  His,  and  He  is  mine. 

2  Heaven  above  is  softer  blue, 

Earth  around  is  sweeter  green  ; 

Something  lives  in  every  hue 
Christless  eyes  have  never  seen  : 

Birds  with  gladden  songs  o’erflow, 

Flowers  with  deeper  beauties  shine, 

Since  I  know,  as  now  I  know, 

I  am  His,  and  He  is  mine. 

3  His  forever,  only  His, 

Who  the  Lord  and  me  shall  part  ? 

Ah,  with  what  a  rest  of  bliss, 

Christ  can  fill  the  loving  heart  ! 

Heaven  and  earth  may  fade  and  flee, 
Firstborn  light  in  gloom  decline  ; 

But,  while  God  and  I  shall  be, 

I  am  His,  and  He  is  mine _ IV.  Robinson, 


FULL  SALVATION. 


9s  &  8s. 


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112 


ALL  glory  to  Jesus  be  given, 

That  life  and  salvation  are  free  ; 
And  all  may  be  washed  and  forgiven, 
That  Jesus  can  save  even  me. 


Yes,  Jesus  is  mighty  to  save,  And  all  his  salvation  may  know  ; 
Come  plunge  in  the  sin-cleansing  wave  ; 

His  blood  cleanseth  whiter  than  snow. 


2  From  darkness,  from  sin,  and  despair, 

Out  into  the  light  of  his  love, 

He  brought  me  and  made  me  an  heir, 

To  kingdoms  and  mansions  above. 

3  O,  rapturous  heights  of  his  love  ! 

O,  measureless  depths  of  his  grace  ! 

My  soul  all  his  fullness  would  prove, 

And  live  in  his  loving  embrace. 

4  In  him  all  my  wants  are  supplied, 

His  love  makes  my  heaven  below  ; 

And  freely  his  blood  is  applied, 

His  blood  that  makes  whiter  than  snow. 

Mrs.  Wittenmyer. 

JESUS  !  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  all, 

To  cleanse  from  every  guilty  stain, 

Each  sinner  ruined  by  the  Fall, 

And  bring  him  to  Thy  fold  again. 

The  fountain  now  is  open  wide  To  cleanse  and  keep  me  pure 
I  plunge  me  in  the  crimson  tide,  And  rise  redeem’d  from  every  sin. 

2  O  !  let  me  here  declare  his  pow?r 

To  wash  and  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 

To  keep  me  holy  every  hour, 

And  cleanse  me  now  from  every  sin. 

3  Come,  brethren,  now,  “  Believe,  believe  !  ” 
Trust  Jesus  now  for  perfect  love  ; 

By  faith,  by  faith,  just  now  receive 
The  blessing  coming  from  above  ! 

4  “  ’Tis  come  !  ’Tis  come  !  His  blood  applied 
This  moment  makes  me  white  as  snow  ; 

I’m  plunging  in  the  crimson  tide, 

Its  power  and  fullness  now  I  know . 

5  “  O  !  hallelujah  to  the  Lord  ! — 

The  Lamb  for  every  sinner  slain  ; 

We’ll  spread  abroad  His  wond’rous  fame, 
Whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  sinful  stain.” 


L.  M. 


[within  * 


FULL  SALVATION. 


114r 


7s  &  6s. 


I  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus,  The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
He  bears  them  all  and  frees  us  From  the  accursed  load. 
Hallelujah,  Jesus  saves  me,  He  makes  me  “  white  as  snow.” 
2  I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus,  To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  his  blood  most  precious,  Till  not  a  spot  remains. 
3  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus — All  fullness  dwells  in  him  ; 
He  healeth  my  diseases,  He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 

4  I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus,  My  burdens  and  my  cares  ; 

He  from  them  all  releases,  He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

5  i  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus,  This  weary  soul  of  mine  ; 

His  right  hand  me  embraces,  I  on  his  heart  recline. 

6  I  love  the  name  of  Jesus — Immanuel,  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes,  His  name  abroad  is  poured. 


H.  Bonar. 
L.  M. 


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1?M  more  than  conq’ror  through  his  blood, 

Jesus  saves  me  now  ; 

I  rest  beneath  the  shield  of  God,  Jesus  saves  me  now; 
I  go  a  kingdom  to  obtain, 

I  shall  through  him  the  vict’ry  gain,  Jesus,  etc. 

2  Before  the  battle  lines  are  spread,  Jesus,  etc.  ; 
Before  the  boasting  foe  is  dead,  Jesus,  etc.  ; 

I  win  the  fight  though  not  begun, 

I’ll  trust  and  shout,  still  marching  on,  Jesus,  etc. 

3  I’ll  ask  no  more  that  I  may  see,  Jesus,  etc.  ; 

His  promise  is  enough  for  me,  Jesus,  etc.  ; 

Though  foe#be  strong  and  walls  be  high, 

I’ll  shout,  he  gives  the  victory,  Jesus,  etc. 

4  Why  should  I  ask  a  sign  from  God?  Jesus,  etc.  ; 
Can  I  not  trust  the  precious  blood?  Jesus,  etc.  ; 
Strong  in  his  word,  I  meet  the  foe, 

And  shouting,  win  without  a  blow,  Jesus,  etc. 

5  Should  Satan  come  like  ’whelming  waves,  Jesus,  etc.; 
Or  trials  crush,  my  Father  saves,  Jesus,  etc. 

He  hides  me  till  the  storm  is  past, 

For  me  he  tempers  every  blast,  Jesus,  etc _ y.  Parker. 


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M 


REJOICING. 

Y  life  flows  on  in  endless  song, 
Above  earth’s  lamentation 


I  catch  the  sweet  though  far-off  song 


That  hails  a  new  creation  ; 


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4 


REJOICING. 


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Through  all  the  tumult  and  the  strife 
I  hear  the  music  ringing, 

It  finds  an  echo  in  my  soul — 

How  can  I  keep  from  singing. 

2  What  though  my  joys  and  comfort  die? 

The  Lord,  my  Saviour,  liveth  ; 

What  though  the  darkness  gather  round  ? 

Songs  in  the  night  He  giveth. 

No  storm  can  shake  my  inmost  calm, 
While  to  that  refuge  clinging  ; 

Since  Christ  is  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth, 
How  can  I  keep  from  singing? 

3  I  lift  my  eyes  ;  the  cloud  grows  thin  ; 

I  see  the  blue  above  it  ; 

And  day  by  day  this  pathway  smooths, 
Since  first  I  learned  to  love  it. 

The  peace  of  Christ  makes  fresh  my  heart, 
A  fountain  ever  springing  ; 

All  things  are  mine  since  I  am  His — 

How  can  I  keep  from  singing? 

M iss  A .  Warner. 


L.  M. 


0  HAPPY  day  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 


Cho.  Happy  day,  when  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away : 
He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  live  rejoicing  every  day  ; 

Happy  day,  when  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 


’Tis  done,  the  great  transaction’s  done  ; 

I  am  my  Lord’s,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charm’d  to  confess  the  voice  Divine. 


Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart  ; 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  center,  rest  ; 

Nor  ever  from  thy  Lord  depart  : 

With  him  of  every  good  possess’d. 

High  Heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear, 

Till  in  life’s  latest  hour  I  bow,  # 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear _ Doddridge. 


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118 


8s  &  7s. 


COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Calls  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Here  I’ll  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I’m  come  ; 

And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

3  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 
Wand’ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 

He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

4  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 
Daily  I’m  constrained  to, be  ! 

Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand’ring  heart  to  thee. 

5  Weak  and  helpless,  Lord,  I  feel  it  ; 

Still  dependent  on  thy  love  ; 

Here’s  my  heart,  O,  take  and  seal  it ; 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above.—  Robinson. 


119 


8s  &  7s. 


SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ; 
Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner’s  dying  Friend. 

2  Here  I  sit,  in  wonder  viewing 

Mercy’s  streams  in  streams  of  blood  ; 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

3  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze  ; 

Love  I  much?  I’ve  much  forgiven  ; 

I’m  a  miracle  of  grace. 

4  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I’ll  bathe ; 
Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

5  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling. 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go  ; 

Puove  his  death  each  day  more  healing, 
And  himself  more  fully  know.— Batty. 


REJOICING. 


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M 


1  20  8  3,  888  3. 

Y  heart  is  fixed,  eternal  God,  Fixed  on  thee; 

And  my  immortal  choice  is  made  ;  Christ  forme. 
He  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 

Who  did  for  me  salvation  bring  ; 

And  while  I’ve  breath  I  mean  to  sing,  Christ  for  me. 

2  In  pining  sickness  or  in  health,  Christ  for  me  ; 

In  deepest  poverty  or  wealth,  Christ  for  me  ; 

And  in  that  all-important  day, 

When  I  the  summons  must  obey. 

And  pass  from  this  dark  world  away,  Christ  for  me. 

3  At  home,  abroad,  by  night  and  day,  Christ  for  me  ; 
Where’er  I  preach,  or  sing,  or  pray,  Christ  for  me  ; 
Him  first  and  last,  him  all  day  long, 

My  hope,  my  solace,  and  my  song  ; 

Convince  me  if  you  think  I’m  wrong  ;  Christ  for  me. 

4  Now  who  can  sing  my  song  and  say,  Christ  for  me  ? 
My  life  and  truth,  my  light  and  way,  Christ  for  me? 
Then  here’s  my  heart,  and  here’s  my  hand, 

We’ll  form  a  happy  singing  band, 

And  shout  aloud  throughout  the  land,  Christ  for  me ! 

R.  Jukes . 

C.  M. 

Y  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 

The  glory  of  my  brightest  days. 

And  comfort  of  my  nights  : — 

In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 

Thou  art  my  soul’s  bright  morning  star, 

And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

While  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 

And  whispers  I  am  his. 

My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting  word, 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 

To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. 

Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I’d  break  through  ev’ry  foe  ; 

The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 

Would  bear  me  conq’ror  through _ Watts. 


121 


M 


REJOICING . 


G2 


122 


IOS. 


MY  Lord,  I  am  thine  !  what  mercy  is  this, 

To  claim  me  on  earth,  then  raise  me  to  bliss. 

Cho.  My  Lord,  I  am  thine,  what  comfort  divine  : 
How  blessed  to  know  that  salvation  is  mine  ! 


2  To  ask  my  weak  service,  to  take  my  poor  heart, 
Thyself  and  thy  heaven  to  me  to  impart ; 

3  Thy  blood  it  hath  bought  me,  and  all  that  I  have  ; 
Thy  grace  it  shall  claim  me,  forever  to  save. 

4  My  Saviour,  my  Master,  thou  hearest  my  vow ; 
Draw  nearer  in  blessing,  O  smile  on  me  now  ! 

5  My  Lord,  I  am  thine  ;  forever  to  be, 

Through  sunshine  or  storm,  devoted  to  thee  ; 

6  A  gift  never  cancelled,  though  Satan  allure  ; 

A  life  sealed  for  heaven,  kept  steadfast  and  pure. 

7  My  Lord,  I  am  thine  !  and  thine  is  the  praise  ; 
Thine,  too,  is  the  strength  to  walk  in  thy  ways. 

8  Thy  love  shall  surround  me  and  conquer  my  foes, 
Whilst  I  on  ihy  promise  in  calmness  repose. 

123  c.  m. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer’s  ear  ! 

It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 

Cho. — Oh  how  I  love  Jesus,  because  he  first  loved  me ; 
How  can  I  forget  thee?  dear  Lord,  remember  me. 


2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

’Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 

And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  Name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 

My  never-failing  treasure,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art 
I’ll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. — Newton. 


REJOICING. 


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12 4=  I2S  &  QS. 

0HOW  happy  are  they  who  the  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ; 

Tongue  can  never  express  the  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  that  is  perfect  in  love. 


We’ll  all  sing  halleluia,  As  we  march  along  the  way, 

And  we’ll  sing  redeeming  love,  With  the  shining  host  above, 
And  with  Jesus  we’ll  be  happy  all  the  day. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  is  mine  :  through  the  favor  Di¬ 
li  am  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ;  [vine 

With  my  heart  I  believe,  and  what  joy  I  receive, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus’s  name  ! 

3  It  is  heaven  below,  my  Redeemer  to  know; 

The  angels  can  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet,  and  the  story  repeat, 

And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 


4  Jesus  all  the  day  long  is  my  joy  and  my  song  ; 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  : 

He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried,  he  hath  suffer’d  and  died 
To  redeem  even  rebels  like  me. 


5  O  the  rapturous  height  of  the  holy  delight 
Which  I  feel  in  the  life-giving  blood  ; 

Of  my  Saviour  possess’d  I  am  perfectly  bless’d, 

I  am  filled  with  the  fullness  of  God _ c.  Wesley. 


125 


THROUGH  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour, 

All  will  be  well  ; 

Free  and  changeless  is  his  favor,  All,  all  is  well. 
Precious  is  the  blood  that  healed  us, 

Perfect  is  the  grace  that  sealed  us, 

Strong  the  hand  stretched  forth  to  shield  us, 

All  must  be  well. 


2  Though  we  pass  through  tribulation,  All  will  be  well. 
Ours  is  such  a  full  salvation,  All,  all  is  well. 

Happy  still  in  God  confiding, 

Fruitful  if  in  Christ  abiding, 

Holy,  through  the  Spirit’s  guiding,  All  must  be  well. 

3  We  expect  a  bright  to-morrow,  All  will  be  well. 
Faith  can  sing  through  days  of  sorrow,  All,  all  is  well. 

On  our  Father’s  love  relying, 

Jesus  every  need  supplying, 

Or  in  living,  or  in  dying,  All  must  be  well. 


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J'T'IS  religion  that  can  give,  In  the  light,  [God. 

1  Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live,  In  the  light  of 
’Tis  religion  must  supply,  In  the  light. 

Solid  comfort  when  we  die,  In  the  light  of  God. 

Cho.  Let  us  walk  in  the  light,  walk  in'the  light ; 
Let  us  walk  in  the  light,  in  the  light  of  God. 

2  After  death  its  joys  shall  be,  In  the  light, 

Lasting  as  eternity,  In  the  light  of  God. 

Be  the  living  God  my  friend.  In  the  light, 

Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end,  In  the  light  of  God. 

H.  Waters . 

127  c.  m. 

SALVATION  !  O  the  joyful  sound  ! 

What  pleasure  to  our  ears  ! 

A  sov’reign  balm  for  every  wound, 

A  cordial  for  our  fears. 


Cho. — Glory,  honor,  praise,  and  power 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  forever  ; 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer ; 
Halleluia  !  Praise  the  Lord. 


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Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around. 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

Salvation  !  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

To  thee  the  praise  belongs  ; 

Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 

And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. — Watts. 


c. 

NOW  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

Cho. — We  will  stand  the  storm, 

We  will  anchor  by  and  by. 


M. 


2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Bold  I  can  smile  at  Satan’s  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Though  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 

Soon  I  shall  safely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 


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4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. — Watts . 


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S.  M. 


COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 

Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

While  ye  surround  his  throne  : 

Let  those  refuse  to  sing 
Who  never  knew  our  God, 

But  servants  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

Soon  we  shall  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 

There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ; 

Yea,  and  before  we  rise 
To  that  immortal  state, 

The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below  ; 

Celestial  fruit  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow  ; 

Then  let  our  songs  abound,' 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 

We’re  marching  through  Immanuel’s  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high -.—}Vjatts\ 


130  s.  M. 

I’M  glad  salvation’s  free,  and  without  price  or  cost ;  [lost. 

For  had  it  been  for  me  to  buy,  my  soul  must  have  been 
Cho. — I’m  glad  salvation’s  free  ;  I’m  glad  salvation’s  free. 

Salvation’s  free  for  you  and  me,  I’m  glad  salvation’s  free. 
2  In  this  cold  world  below,  with  none  to  care  for  me, 

A  pilgrim  lone  without  a  home,  I’nyglad  salvation’s  free. 
3  Once  I  was  blind  and  lost,  of  sin  and  sorrow  full ; 

But  now  I’m  saved  through  Jesus’  blood,  I  feel  it  in  my  soul. 
4  And  now  I’m  on  my  way  to  brighter  worlds  above, 

I  hope  to  triumph  evermore,  through  my  Redeemer’s  love. 
5  O  brethren,  help  me  sing  one  song  of  victory,  [free. 
For  without  money,  without  price,  I’ve  found  salvation 
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L.  M. 


NOW  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise, 

To  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  I’ll  raise  ; 
With  all  his  saints  I'll  join  to  tell 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

Cho . — Above  the  rest  this  note  shall  swell : — 
u  My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well.  ” 

2  All  worlds  his  glorious  power  confess, 

His  wisdom  all  his  works  express  ; 

But  O,  his  love  what  tongue  can  tell ! 

My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

3  How  sovereign,  wonderful,  and  free, 

Has  been  his  love  to  sinful  me  ! 

He  plucked  me  from  the  jaws  of  hell ; 

My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

4  I  spurned  his  grace,  I  broke  his  laws, 

And  yet  he  undertook  my  cause, 

To  save  me  though  I  did  rebel : 

My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

5  Though  many  a  fiery,  flaming  dart 
The  tempter  levels  at  my  heart, 

With  this  I  all  his  rage  repel, 

My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

6  And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  rise, 

And  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 

Above  the  rest  this  note  shall  swell :  — 

My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 


132 


THE  world  is  overcome 

By  the  blood  of  the  Lamb.  Glory  to  the  Lamb. 
2  My  sins  are  washed  away 

In  the  blood  of  the  Lamb.  Glory,  etc. 

3  I’ve  washed  my  garments  white 

In  the  blood  of  the  Lamb.  Glory,  etc. 


4  I’ve  lost  the  fear  of  death 

Through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb.  Glory,  etc. 

5  The  martyrs  overcame 

By  the  blood  of  the  Lamb.  Glory,  etc. 

6  I  soon  shall  gain  the  skies, 

Through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb.  Glory,  etc. 

B.  JV.  Gorham. 


REJOICING . 


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133 

THE  great  Physician  now  is  near, 

The  sympathizing  Jesus  ; 

He  speaks  the  drooping  heart  to  cheer, 

O  !  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus. 

Sweetest  note  in  seraph  song,  Sweetest  name  on  mortal  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung,  Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus. 

2  Your  many  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

O  !  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus  ; 

Go  on  your  way  in  peace  to  heaven, 

And  wear  a  crown  with  Jesus. 

3  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

I  now  believe  in  Jesus ; 

I  love  the  blessed  Saviour’s  name, 

I  love  the  name  of  Jesus. 

4  His  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear, 

No  other  name  but  Jesus  ; 

O,  how  my  soul  delights  to  hear 
The  precious  name  of  Jesus! 

5  And  when  to  the  bright  world  above 
We  rise  to  see  our  Jesus, 

We’ll  sing  around  the  throne  of  love 

His  name,  the  name  of  Jesus _ r.  W.  Hunter . 

134r 

1WILL  sing  for  Jesus  ; 

With  his  blood  he  bought  me, 

And  all  along  my  pilgrim  way 

His  loving  hand  hath  brought  me. 

Cho. — O,  help  me  sing  for  Jesus,  Help  me  tell  the  story 

Of  him  who  did  redeem  us,  The  Lord  life  and  glory. 

2  Can  there  overtake  me 
Any  dark  disaster 
While  I  sing  for  Jesus, 

My  blessed,  blessed  Master? 

3  I  will  sing  for  Jesus  ; 

His  name  alone  prevailing 
Shall  be  my  sweetest  music 

When  heart  and  flesh  are  failing. 

4  Still  I’ll  sing  for  Jesus  : 

O,  how  I  will  adore  him 
Among  the  cloud  of  witnesses 

Who  cast  their  crowns  before  him  ! 

P.  Phillips. 


REJOICING. 


68 

135  ns. 

MY  Jesus,  I  love  thee,  I  know  thou  art  mine, 

For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  sin  I  resign  ; 

My  gracious  Redeemer,  my  Saviour  art  thou  ; 

If  ever  I  lov’d  thee,  my  Jesus,  ’tis  now. 

2  I  love  thee  because  thou  hast  first  loved  me, 

And  purchas’d  my  pardon  when  nail’d  to  the  tree ; 

I  love  thee  for  wearing  the  thorns  on  thy  brow, 

If  ever  I  lov’d  thee,  my  Jesus,  ’tis  now. 

3  I  will  love  thee  in  life,  I  will  love  thee  in  death, 
And  praise  thee  as  long  as  thou  lendest  me  breath  ; 
And  say,  when  the  death-dew  lies  cold  on  my  brow, 
If  ever  I  lov’d  thee,  my  Jesus,  ’tis  now. 

4  In  mansions  of  glory  and  endless  delight, 

I’ll  ever  adore  thee,  and  dwell  in  thy  sight  ; 

I’ll  sing  with  the  glittering  crown  on  my  brow  ; 

If  ever  I  lov’d  thee,  my  Tesus,  ’tis  now. 

136  ns. 

MY  God,  I  am  thine  !  what  a  comfort  divine ! 

What  a  blessing  to  know  that  my  Jesus  is  mine  ! 

Cho.  Hallelujah  !  Thine  the  glory,  Hallelujah  !  Amen. 
Hallelujah  !  Thine  the  glory  !  Revive  us  again. 

2  In  the  heavenly  Lamb  thrice  happy  I  am, 

And  my  heart  it  doth  dance  at  the  sound  of  his  name. 
3  True  pleasures  abound  in  the  rapturous  sound, 

And  whoever  has  found  it  has  paradise  found. 

4  My  Jesus  to  know,  and  to  feel  his  blood  flow, 

’Tis  life  everlasting,  ’tis  heaven  below. 

5  Yet  onward  I  haste  to  the  heavenly  feast, 

That,  that  is  the  fullness,  but  this  is  the  taste. 

6  And  this  I  shall  prove,  till  with  joy  I  remove 

To  the  heaven  of  heavens  in  Jesus’s  love _ c.  Wesley. 

137 

WHEN  I’m  happy  hear  me  sing,  Give  me  Jesus. 

You  may  have  all  the  world,  Give  me  Jesus. 

2  When  in  sorrow  hear  me  pray,  Give  me  Jesus. 

3  When  I’m  dying  hear  me  cry,  Give  me  Jesus. 

4  When  I’m  rising  hear  me  .shout,  Give  me  Jesus. 

5  When  in  heaven  we  will  sing,  Blessed  Jesus. 

6  By  thy  grace  we  now  are  saved,  Blessed  Jesus. 


REJOICING.  69 


138  ^pHERE  are  angels  hovering  round, 
1  From  the  New  Jerusalem, 

2  To  carry  the  tidings  home, 

To  the  New  Jerusalem. 

3  Poor  sinners  are  coming  home,  To,  etc. 

4  And  Jesus  bids  them  come,  To,  etc. 

5  Let  him  that  heareth  come,  To,  etc. 

6  We  are  on  our  journey  home,  To,  etc. 


1^9  TN  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory,  s  ^  ?s 
1  Towering  o’er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 

All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 


2  When  the  woes  of  life  o’ertake  me, 
Hopes  deceive  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me  ; 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 


3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 

From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming, 

Adds  new  luster  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 

Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 

Joys  that  through  all  time  abide.— Bowring. 

14r0 


FADE,  fade  each  earthly  joy,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Break  every  tender  tie,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 

Dark  is  the  wilderness,  Earth  has  no  resting-place  ; 
Jesus  alone  can  bless,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 

2  Tempt  not  my  soul  away,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 

Here  would  I  ever  stay,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 

Perishing  things  of  clay,  Born  but  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away  !  Jesus  is  mine  ! 

3  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 

Lost  in  this  dawning  light,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 

All  that  my  soul  has  tried  Left  but  a  dismal  void, 
Jesus  has  satisfied,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 

4  Farewell  mortality,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 

Welcome  eternity,  Jesus  is  mine  !  [of  rest, 

Welcome  O  loved  and  blest,  Welcome  sweet  scenes 
Welcome  my  Saviour’s  breast,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 


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141 


REJOICING . 


7S. 

JESUS  saves  me  every  day, 

Jesus  saves  me  every  night ; 

Jesus  saves  me  all  the  way, 

Thro’  the  darkness,  thro’  the  light. 

Cho.  Jesus  saves,  O,  bliss  sublime  !  Jesus  saves  me  all  the  time. 
2  Jesus  saves  when  sorrows  come, 

Jesus  ends  my  doubts  and  fears  ; 

Jesus  saves  and  leads  me  home, 

Jesus  saves  when  death  appears. 

3  Jesus  saves  me,  he  is  mine  ; 

Jesus  saves  me,  I  am  his  ; 

Jesus  saves  while  I  recline 
On  his  precious  promises. 


142 


4  Jesus  saves,  he  saves  from  sin  ; 

Jesus  saves,  I  feel  him  nigh  ; 

Jesus  saves,  he  dwells  within  ; 

Gladly  do  I  testify. 

HOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim’s  lot, 

I’m  on  my  way  to  Zion  ; 

How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 

I’m  on  my  journey  home. 

Cho.  I’m  happy,  I’m  happy,  I’m  on  my  way  to  Zion ; 
I’m  happy,  I’m  happy,  I’m  on  my  journey  home. 

2  I  trample  on  the  world’s  delight,  I’m,  etc.; 

I  seek  a  country  out  of  sight,  I’m,  etc. 


3  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair, 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there. 

4  For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 

And  angels  beckon  me  away. 


143 


HE  A  FEN. 


8s. 


OWHEN  shall  I  sweep  through  the  gates? 

The  scenes  of  mortality  o’er. 

What  then  for  my  spirit  awaits — 

Will  they  sing  on  the  glorified  shore  ? 

Welcome  home  !  Welcome  home  !  A  welcome  in  glory  for  me. 
Welcome  home  !  Welcome  home  !  A  welcome  for  me. 


2  Yes  !  loved  ones  who  know  me  below, 

Who  learned  the  new  song  with  me  here, 


HE  A  VEN. 


71 


In  chorus  will  hail  me,  I  know, 

And  welcome  me  home  with  good  cheer ! 

3  The  beautiful  gates  will  unfold, 

The  home  of  the  blood-washed  I'll  see  ; 

The  city  of  saints  I’ll  behold — 

For,  O  !  there’s  a  welcome  for  me  ! 

4  A  sinner  made  whiter  than  snow, 

I’ll  join  in  the  mighty  acclaim, 

And  shout  through  the  gates  as  I  go, 

Salvation  to  God  and  the  Lamb  ! 

Mrs.  P.  Palmer. 

X4r4r  8s  &  7S. 

IN  the  Christian’s  home  in  glory 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest, 

Where  the  Saviour’s  gone  before  me 
To  fulfill  my  soul’s  request. 

Cko. — On  the  other  side  of  Jordan,  In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming,  There  is  rest  for  you. 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary,  There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand  ; 

And  my  stay  shall  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 

3  Pain  or  sickness  ne’er  can  enter  ; 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share  ; 

But  in  that  celestial  center 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 

4  Sing,  O  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory, 

Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go  ; 

Zion’s  gates  will  open  to  you, 

You  shall  find  on  entrance  through. 

14r5  s.  m. 

FOR  ever  with  the  Lord,  Amen,  so  let  it  be  ; 

Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word  :  ’Tis  immortality. 

Here  in  the  body  pent,  Absent  from  him  I  roam  ; 

Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent,  A  day’s  march  nearer  home. 

2  My  thirsty  spirit  faints  To  reach  the  land  I  love, 

The  bright  inheritance  of  saints,  Jerusalem  above. 

3  So  when  my  latest  breath  Shall  rend  the  vail  in  twain, 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death,  And  life  eternal  gain. 

4  Knowing  as  I  am  known,  How  shall  I  love  that  word  ; 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne,  “  Forever  with  the  Lord  1” 


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146 


HE  A  VEN. 


MY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 

Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly — 

Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

For,  O,  we  stand  on  Jordan’s  strand,  Our  friends  are  passing  over ; 
And  just  before  the  shining  shore,  We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We’ll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  distant  home  discerning  ; 

Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 

Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing  ; 

That  perfect  rest  naught  can  moiest, 

Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 

4  Let  sorrow’s  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever  : 

Our  King  says,  “  Come,”  and  there’s  our  home 
For  ever,  O,  for  ever  ! 

147  ns. 

MY  rest  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here, 

Then  why  should  I  murmur  when  trials  are  near  ? 
Be  hushed,  my  sad  spirit  ;  the  worst  that  can  come 
But  shortens  my  journey,  and  hastens  me  home. 

Cho. — Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ; 

There’s  no  friend  like  Jesus,  there’s  no  place  like  home. 

2  It  is  not  for  me  to  be  seeking  my  bliss, 

And  building  my  hopes  in  a  region  like  this  ; 

I  look  for  a  city  which  hands  have  not  piled, 

I  pant  for  a  country  by  sin  undefiled. 

3  The  winds  of  affliction  around  me  may  blow, 

And  dash  my  lone  bark  as  I’m  sailing  below ; 

I  smile  at  the  storm  as  I  lean  on  His  breast, 

And  soon  I  shall  land  in  the  haven  of  rest. 

4  Let  trial  and  danger  my  progress  oppose, 

They’ll  only  make  heaven  more  sweet  at  the  close  ; 
Come  joy  or  come  sorrow,  whate’er  may  befall, 

One  hour  with  my  God  will  make  up  for  it  all. 

5  With  Christ  in  my  heart,  and  his  word  in  my  hand, 
I’ll  march  on  in  haste  through  an  enemy’s  land. 

The  road  may  be  rough,  but  it  cannot  be  long, 

So  I’ll  smooth  it  with  hope,  and  I’ll  cheer  it  with  song. 


HE  A  VEN. 


73 


148 


WE  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  bless’d, 
That  country  so  bright  and  so  fair, 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confess’d  : 

But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 


8s. 


2  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 

From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care  ; 
From  trials  without  and  within  : 

But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 


3  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 

The  robes  which  the  glorified  wear  ; 
The  Church  of  the  first-born  above  : 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 


4  Do  thou,  Lord,  'midst  pleasure  or  woe, 
For  heaven  our  spirits  prepare  ; 

Then  soon  shall  we  joyfully  know 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there. 


149 


THERE’S  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 

To  its  glories  I  fain  would  fly  ; 

When  by  sorrow  pressed  down,  I  long  for  my  crown, 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 


Cho.  In  that  beautiful  land  I’ll  be 

From  earth  and  its  cares  set  free. 


My  Saviour  is  there  !  He’s  gone  to  prepare 
A  place  in  that  land  for  me  ! 


2  There’s  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 

And  my  kindred  its  bliss  enjoy, 

Methinks  I  now  see  how  they’re  waiting  for  me 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 

3  There’s  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 

Where  we  never  shall  say,  “  Good-by 

When  o’er  the  river  we’re  happy  forever, 

In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 


150 

SHALL  we  ever  all  meet  again  ? 

Shall  we  ever,  ever,  ever,  ever  all  meet  again  ? 
Yes,  we  may  all  meet  again  ; 

If  not  on  earth,  in  heaven  we  may  all  meet  again. 


2  Shall  we  ever  all  wear  a  crown  ? 

If  not  on  earth,  in  heaven  we  may  all  wear  a  crown. 

3  Tears  shall  be  all  wiped  away  ;  [away. 
If  not  on  earth,  in  heaven  tears  shall  be  all  wiped 


74 

151 


HE  A  VEN. 


C.  M. 


GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 
Within  the  vail,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 

How  bright  their  glories  be, 

Cho.  They’ll  sing  their  welcome  home  to  me, 

And  the  angels  will  stand  on  the  heav’rily  strand, 
And  sing  their  welcome  home. 

2  Once  they  were  mourners  here  below, 

And  poured  out  cries  and  tears  ; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came  : 

They,  with  united  breath, 

Ascribe  their  .conquest  to  the  Lamb, 

Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 
For  his  own  pattern  given  ; 

While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 

Show  the  same  path  to  heaven  .—Watts. 


152 


WHO  are  these  array’d  in  white, 

Brighter  than  the  noon-day  sun  ? 
Foremost  of  the  sons  of  light ; 

Nearest  the  eternal  throne  ? 

These  are  they  that  bore  the  cross  ; 

Nobly  for  their  Master  stood  ; 

Suffrers  in  his  righteous  cause  ; 

Foll’wers  of  the  dying  God. 

2  Out  of  great  distress  they  came  ; 

Wash’d  their  robes  by  faith  below, 

In  the  blood  of  yonder  Lamb, 

Blood  that  washes  white  as  snow  : 
Therefore  are  they  next  the  throne  ; 

Serve  their  Maker  day  and  night : 

God  resides  among  his  own  ; 

God  doth  in  his  saints  delight _ c.  IVesley . 


153 


HO,  who  are  these  beside  the  chilly  wave, 


vv  Just  on  the  borders  of  the  silent  grave, 
Shouting  Jesus’  power  to  save. 

“  Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb?  ” 

Cho. — “  Sweeping  thro’ the  gates”  of  the  New  Jeru 
‘‘Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb.” 


HE  A  VEN. 


75 


2  These,  these  are  they  who  in  their  youthful  days 
Found  Jesus  early,  and  in  wisdom's  ways 
Proved  the  fullness  of  his  grace, 

“Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb.” 

3  These,  these  are  they  who,  in  affliction’s  woes, 
Ever  have  found  in  Jesus  calm  repose, 

Such  as  from  a  pure  heart  flows, 

“  Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb.” 

4  These,  these  are  they  who,  in  the  conflict  dire, 
Boldly  have  stood  amid  the  hottest  fire. 

Jesus  now  says  :  “  Come  up  higher,” 

“  Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb.” 

5  Safe,  safe  upon  the  ever  shining  shore, 

Sin,  pain,  and  death,  and  sorrow,  all  are  o’er ; 
Happy  now  and  evermore, 

“  Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb.”—  T.  C.  O'  Kane, 

c.  M. 

154:  MY  latest  sun  is  sinking  fast, 

1 VI  My  race  is  nearly  run  ; 

My  strongest  trials  now  are  past, 

My  triumph  is  begun. 

Cko. — O  come,  angel  band,  come  and  around  me  stand  ! 

O  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings 
To  my  immortal  home. 

2  I  know  I'm  nearing  the  holy  ranks, 

Of  friends  and  kindred  dear, 

For  I  brush  the  dews  on  Jordan’s  banks  ; 
The  crossing  must  be  near. 

3  I’ve  almost  gained  my  heavenly  home, 

My  spirit  loudly  sings  ; 

The  holy  ones,  behold  they  come  ! 

I  hear  the  noise  of  wings. 

4  O  bear  my  longing  heart  to  Him 

Who  bled  and  died  for  me  ; 

Whose  blood  now  cleanses  from  all  sin, 

.  _  And  gives  me  victory.— y.  Hascall. 

155 

1WILL  sing  you  a  song  of  that  beautiful  land, 
The  far  away  home  of  the  soul, 

Where  no  storms  ever  beat  on  the  glittering  strand, 
While  the  years  of  eternity  roll. 

2  O  that  home  of  my  soul  !  in  my  visions  and  dreams, 
Its  bright  jasper  wall  I  can  see, 


76 


HE  A  VEN. 


Till  I  fancy  but  thinly  the  veil  intervenes 
Between  the  fair  city  and  me. 

3  There  the  fair  tree  of  life  in  its  beauty  doth  grow, 

And  the  river  of  life  floweth  by  ; 

For  no  death  ever  enters  that  city,  you  know, 

And  nothing  that  maketh  a  lie. 

4  That  unchangeable  homels  for  you  and  for  me, 

Where  Jesus  of  Nazareth  stands; 

The  King  of  all  kingdoms  for  ever  is  he, 

And  he  holdeth  our  crowns  in  his  hands. 

5  O  !  how  sweet  it  will  be  in  that  beautiful  land, 

So  free  from  all  sorrow  or  pain, 

With  songs  on  our  lips,  and  with  harps  in  our  hands, 
To  meet  one  another  again. — p,  Phillips. 


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8s  &  7s. 

LORD,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 
Thou  art  scatt’ring  full  and  free  ; 
Showers,  the  thirsty  land  refreshing  : 

Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me — Even  me. 
Pass  me  not,  O  God,  my  Father, 

Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be  ; 

Thou  might’st  leave  me,  but  the  rather 
Let  thy  mercy  light  on  me — Even  me. 

Pass  me  not,  O  mighty  Spirit  ! 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see  ; 
Witnesser  of  Jesus’  merit, 

Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me — Even  me. 
I  have  long  in  sin  been  sleeping, 

Long  been  slighting,  grieving  thee  ; 

Long  has  the  world  my  heart  been  keeping, 

O  forgive  and  rescue  me — Even  me. 

Love  of  God — so  pure  and  changeless  ; 

Blood  of  Christ — so  rich  and  free  ; 

Grace  of  God — so  strong  and  boundless  ; 

Magnify  it  all  in  me — Even  me. 

Pass  me  not — thy  lost  one  bringing  ; 

Bend  my  heart,  O  Lord,  to  thee  ; 

Whilst  the  streams  of  life  are  springing, 
Blessing  others,  O  bless  me — Even  me. 

Mrs.  Codner . 


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157 

F)  EJOICE,  ye  saints,  the  time  draws  near 
When  Christ  will  in  the  clouds  appear, 
And  for  his  people  call. 

Cho. — Trim  your  lamps  and  be  ready,  For  the  midnight  cry. 

2  The  trumpet  sounds,  the  thunders  roll, 

The  heavens  passing  as  a  scroll, 

The  earth  will  bum  with  fire. 

3  Poor  sinners  then  on  earth  will  cry, 

(While  lightnings  flashing  from  the  sky,) 

“  O  mountains,  on  us  fall !  ” 

4  Then  on  a  sea  of  glass  shall  stand 
King  Jesus,  with  his  conqu’ring  band, 

Safe  housed  above  the  fire. 

5  Come,  buy  your  oil  before  too  late, 

And  ready  for  the  Bridegroom  wait, 

And  watch  to  enter  in. 


158  8s  &  7s. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  ; 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power : 

He  is  able,  He  is  willing  ;  doubt  no  more. 

Cho. — Turn  to  the  Lord  and  seek  salvation, 

Sound  the  praise  of  Jesus’  name  ; 

Glory,  honor,  and. salvation, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome  ; 

God’s  free  bounty  glorify  ; 

True  belief  and  true  repentance — 

Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh — 

Without  money,  Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 

This  he  gives  you,  ’Tis  the  Spirit’s  glimm’ring  beam. 
4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 

If  you  tarry  till  you’re  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all  ; 

Not  the  righteous — Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

Hart. 


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EVANGELISTIC. 


KNOCKING,  knocking,  who  is  there? 

Waiting,  waiting,  O,  how  fair  ! 

"Pis  a  Pilgrim,  strange  and  kingly, 

Never  such  was  seen  before. 

Ah !  my  soul,  for  such  a  wonder, 

Wilt  thou  not  undo  the  door  ? 


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Knocking,  knocking,  still  He’s  there, 
Waiting,  waiting,  wondrous  fair; 

But  the  door  is  hard  to  open, 

For  the  weeds  and  ivy-vine, 

With  their  dark  and  clinging  tendrils, 

Ever  round  the  hinges  twine. 

Knocking,  knocking — what,  still  there  ! 
Waiting,  waiting,  grand  and  fair  ; 

Yes,  the  pierced  hand  still  knocketh, 

And  beneath  the  crowned  hair 
Beam  the  patient  eyes  so  tender, 

Of  thy  Saviour,  waiting  there — H.  B.  Sto%ue. 

L.  M. 


OF  Him  who  did  salvation  bring, 
.  I’m  at  the  fountain  drinking  ; 
I  could  forever  think  and  sing, 

I’m  on  my  journey  home. 


Cho. — Glory  to  God  !  I’m  at  the  fountain  drinking ; 
Glory  to  God  !  I’m  on  my  journey  home  ! 

L.  M.  • 


OF  him  who  did  salvation  bring, 

I  could  forever  think  and  sing  ; 
Arise,  ye  needy, — he’ll  relieve  : 

Arise,  ye  guilty, — he’ll  forgive. 

Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo  !  ’tis  given  ; 
Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven. 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 


3  To  shame  our  sins  he  blush’d  in  blood  ; 
He  closed  his  eyes  to  show  us  God. 

Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 


4  ’Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 

I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan  ; 
Where’er  I  am,  where’er  I  move, 

I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 


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5  Insatiate  to  this  spring  I  fly  ; 

I  drink  and  yet  am  ever  dry  ; 

Ah  !  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 

Ah  !  who  that  loves  can  love  enough  ?—  c.  Wesley. 

162  .  .  8s  &  7s. 

SAD  and  weary  with  my  longing, 

Filled  with  shame  because  of  sin, 

As  I  am  in  conscious  weakness, 

Here  I  must  salvation  win. 

Cko. — All  I  have  I  leave  for  Jesus,  I  am  counting  it  but  dross  ; 
I  am  coming  to  the  Master,  I  am  clinging  to  the  Cross. 

2  O  the  joy  of  knowing  Jesus  ! 

It  is  dawning  on  my  soul ; 

I  am  finding  his  salvation, 

And  the  power  that  makes  me  whole. 

3  O  refine  me  by  thy  Spirit ! 

Make  my  earthly  life  sublime 
With  my  heart  a  home  for  Jesus, 

Till  I’ve  done  with  earth  and  time. 

B.  M.  Adams. 

163  8s  &  7s. 

SAVIOUR,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us  ; 

Much  we  need  Thy  tend’rest  care  ; 

In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us, 

For  our  use  Thy  folds  prepare. 

Blessed  Jesus,  Thou  hast  bought  us,  Thine  we  are. 

2  We  are  Thine,  do  Thou  befriend  us  ; 

Be  the  Guardian  of  our  way  ; 

Keep  Thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 

Seek  us  when  we  go  astray. 

Blessed  Jesus,  Hear,  O  hear  us  when  we  pray. 

3  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free. 

Blessed  Jesus,  We  will  early  turn  to  Thee. 

4  Early  let  us  seek  Thy  favor, 

Early  let  us  do  Thy  will ; 

Blessed  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 

With  Thy  love  our  bosoms  fill. 

Blessed  Jesus,  Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 

Dorothy  Thrufif. 


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164r  7S  &  6s. 

TELL  me  the  old,  old  story,  Of  unseen  thing's  above ; 

Of  Jesus  and  his  glory,  Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 

Tell  me  the  story  simply,  As  to  a  little  child  ; 

For  I  am  weak  and  weary,  And  helpless  and  defiled. 

Cko. — Tell  me  the  old,  old  story,  Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

2  Tell  me  the  story  slowly,  That  I  may  take  it  in  ; 

That  wonderful  redemption,  God’s  remedy  for  sin. 

Tell  me  the  story  often,  For  I  forgot  so  soon, 

The  “early  dew”  of  morning  Has  passed  away  at  noon. 

3  Tell  me  the  story  softly,  With  earnest  tones,  and  grave ; 
Remember,  I’m  the  sinner  Whom  Jesus  came  to  save  ; 
Tell  me  the  story  always,  If  you  would  really  be 
In  any  time  of  trouble  A  comforter  to  me. 

4  Tell  me  the  same  old  story,  When  you  have  cause  to  fear 
That  this  world’s  empty  glory  Is  costing  me  too  dear. 
Yes,  and  when  that  world’s  glory  Is  dawning  on  my  soul, 
Tell  me  the  old,  old  story,  “Christ  Jesus  makes  thee 
whole.”  Miss  K.  Hankey. 


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C.  M. 


THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel’s  veins  ; 


And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 


I  am  redeemed,  I  am  redeemed. 

I’m  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb 
Who  died  on  Calvary. 


2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 

And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 


3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 

Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E’er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I’ll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 

When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm’ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave — Cowpcr. 


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166 


C.  M. 


ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
And  did  my  Sov’reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 


I  do  believe,  I  will  believe,  that  Jesus  died  for  me  ; 

That  on  the  cross  he  shed  his  blood,  from  sin  to  set  me  free. 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done 

He  groan’d  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 

And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 

For  man,  the  creature’s  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne’er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, — 

’Tis  all  that  I  can  do.— Watts. 


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C.  M. 


COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 

Come  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress’d, 
And  make  this  last  resolve. 


Cho. — Look  to  Jesus,  look  to  Jesus  now  ; 

He  will  save  you,  he  will  save  you  now. 

2  I’ll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Like  mountains  round  me  close  ; 

I  know  his  courts  ;  I’ll  enter  in, 

Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  Prostrate  I’ll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I’ll  tell  him  I’m  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go— 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 

For  if  I  stay  away  I  know 
I  must  forever  die—  Jones. 


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168  ios  &  Iis. 

ALL  ye  that  pass  by,  to  Jesus  draw  nigh  ! 

To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  should  die  ? 
Your  ransom  and  peace,  your  Surety  he  is, 

Come,  see  if  there  ever  was  sorrow  like  his. 


2  For  what  you  have  done,  his  blood  must  atone  : 
The  Father  has  punished  for  you  his  dear  Son  : 

The  Lord  in  the  day  of  his  anger  did  lay 

Your  sins  on  the  Lamb,  and  he  bore  them  away. 

3  For  you  and  for  me  he  prayed  on  the  tree  : 

The  prayer  is  accepted,  the  sinner  is  free. 

That  sinner  am  I,  who  on  Jesus  rely, 

And  come  for  the  pardon  God  cannot  deny. 

4  My  pardon  I  claim,  for  a  sinner  I  am, 

A  sinner  believing  in  Jesus’  bless’d  name. 

He  purchased  the  grace  whichnow  I  embrace  : 

O  Father,  Thou  knowest  he  has  died  in  my  place. 

5  His  death  is  my  plea  :  my  Advocate  see, 

And  hear  the  blood  speak  that  has  answered  for  me. 
Acquitted  I  was  when  he  bled  on  the  cross, 

And  by  losing  his  life  he  has  carried  my  cause. 

169  L-  M. 


COME,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast, 
Let  every  soul  be  Jesus’  guest : 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 

For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 


2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call  ; 

The  invitation  is  to  all  : 

Come,  all  the  world  ;  come,  sinner,  thou  ; 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

3  My  message  as  from  God  receive  ; 

Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ,  and  live  : 

O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 

Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain  ! 


4  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes 
That  precious,  bleeding  Sacrifice  ! 

His  offered  benefits  embrace, 

And  freely  now  be  saved  by  grace. 

5  This  is  the  time  ;  no  more  delay  ; 

This  is  the  Lord’s  accepted  day : 

Come  in,  this  moment,  at  his  call, 

And  live  for  Him  who  died  for  all _ C.  Wesley. 


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170  7s  &  6s. 

I  LOVE  to  tell  the  story  Of  unseen  things  above  ; 

Of  Jesus  and  his  glory,  Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story  Because  I  know  it’s  true  ; 

It  satisfies  my  longings  As  nothing  else  would  do. 

Cho. — I  love  to  tell  the  story ;  ’Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory 
To  tell  the  old,  old  story  Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

2  I  love  to  tell  the  story ;  ’Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it,  More  wonderfully  sweet. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story  ;  For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation  From  God’s  own  holy  word. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  story;  For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting  To  hear  it,  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory,  I  sing  the  new,  new  song, 
’Twill  be — the  old,  old  story  That  I  have  loved  so  long. 

Miss  Kate  Hankey. 

171  c.  M. 

JESUS,  the  Name  high  over  all, 

In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky ; 

Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 

And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

Cho. — We  have  no  other  argument ;  We  want  no  other  plea  ; 

It  is  enough  that  Jesus  died,  And  that  he  died  for  me. 

2  Jesus,  the  Name  to  sinners  dear, 

The  name  to  sinners  given  ; 

It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear  ; 

It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Jesus  the  prisoner’s  fetters  breaks, 

And  bruises  Satan’s  head  ; 

Power  into  strengthless  souls  it  speaks, 
And  life  into  the  dead. 

4  O  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 
The  riches  of  his  grace : 

The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me 
Would  all  mankind  embrace. 

5  FI  is  only  righteousness  I  show, 

His  saving  truth  proclaim: 

'Tis  all  my  business  here  below, 

To  cry,  “  Behold  the  Lamb  !  ” 

6  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 
I  may  but  gasp  his  name  ; 

Preach  him  to  all.  and  cry  in  death, 
Behold,  behold  the  Lamb  l—C.  Wesley. 


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C.  M 


HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ; 

Our  sin,  how  deep  its  stains  ; 

And  Satan  binds  our  captive  souls 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there’s  a  voice  of  sov’reign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  : — 

Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 

And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief ; 

I  now  believe  thy  promise,  Lord  ; 

Forgive  my  unbelief ! 

4  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood 
Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 

Here  let  me  wash  my  guilty  soul 
From  sins  of  deepest  dye. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

Into  thine  arms  I  fall  ; 

Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, — 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all _ Watts. 


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8,  8,  8,  6. 


JUST  as  I  am — without  one  plea, 

But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 

And  that  thou  bidd’st  me  come  to  thee, 

Ref. — O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am — and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  spot — 

To  Thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  blot. 

3  Just  as  I  am — though  toss’ d  about, 

With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt ; 

Fightings  within  and  fears  without. 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind  ; 

Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 

Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find. 

5  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 

Because  thy  promise  I  believe. 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love,  I  own, 

Has  broken  every  barrier  down  : 

Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone. — C.  Elliott. 


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TESUS  !  lover  of  my  soul, 

J  Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 

While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  : 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past  ; 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide, — 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone  ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 

All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed  ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found — 
Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin : 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 

Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart. 

Rise  to  all  eternity. — C.  Wesley. 

HASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise  1 

Stay  not  for  th’  morrow’s  sun : 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 

Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 


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7s- 


2  Hasten  mercy  to  implore  ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun, 

Lest  thy  season  should  be  o’er 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return  ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun, 

Lest  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  bum 
Ere  salvation’s  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun, 

Lest  perdition  thee  arrest 

Ere  the  morrow  is  begun _ T.  Scott. 


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C.  M. 


LOVERS  of  pleasure  more  than  God, 

For  you  he  suffer’d  pain  ; 

For  you  the  Saviour  spilt  his  blood, 

O,  shall  he  bleed  in  vain  ? 

Cho. — Jesus  died  for  you  ;  Jesus  died  for  me ; 
Yes,  Jesus  died  for  all  mankind  ; 

Bless  God,  he  died  for  me. 

2  Sinners,  his  life  for  you  he  paid, 

Your  basest  crimes  he  bore  ; 

Your  sins  were  all  on  Jesus  laid, 

That  you  might  sin  no  more. 


3  The  God  of  love,  to  earth  he  came, 

That  you  might  come  to  heaven  ; 
Believe,  believe  in  Jesus’  name, 

And  all  your  sins  forgiven. 

4  Believe  in  Him  who  died  for  thee, 

And  sure  as  he  hath  died, 

Thy  debt  is  paid,  thy  soul  is  free, 
And  thou  art  justified _ c.  Wesley. 


177 

ONE  there  is  above  all  others.  O  how  he  loves  ! 

His  is  love  beyond  a  brother’s.  O  how  he  loves  ! 
Earthly  friends  may  fail  and  leave  us, 

One  day  kind,  the  next  deceive  us  ; 

But  this  Friend  will  never  leave  us.  O  how,  etc. 


2  Blessed  Jesus — wouldst  thou  know  him  ?  O  how,  etc. 
Give  thyself  this  moment  to  him.  O  how,  etc. 

Best  of  blessings  he’ll  provide  thee, 

Nought  but  good  shall  e’er  betide  thee, 

Safe  to  glory  he  will  guide  thee.  O  how,  etc. 

3  ’Tis  eternal  life  to  know  him.  O  how  he  loves  ! 
Think,  O  think,  how  much  we  owe  him.  O,  etc. 
With  his  precious  blood  he  bought  us, 

In  the  wilderness  he  sought  us, 

To  his  fold  he  safely  brought  us.  O  how,  etc. 

4  Let  us  then  this  love  keep  viewing.  O  how,  etc. 
And,  though  faint,  keep  on  pursuing,  O  how,  etc. 
He  will  strengthen  each  endeavor  ; 

And,  when  passed  o’er  death’s  cold  river, 

This  shall  be  our  theme  forever,  O  how  he  loves  1 


EVANGELISTIC . 


87 


178 


4  6s  &  2  8s. 


ARISE,  my  soul,  arise  ; 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears  ; 

Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
Received  on  Calvary  ; 

They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  plead  for  me  ; — 
“  Forgive  him,  O  forgive,”  they  cry, 
“  Nor  let  that  ransom’d  sinner  die.” 


3  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
His  dear  anointed  one  : 

He  cannot  turn  away 
The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 


4  My  God  is  reconciled, 

His  pard’ning  voice  I  hear : 

He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear  ; 

With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 

And  Father,  abba,  Father,  cry.— c.  Wesley. 

179  7s. 

DEPTH  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 

Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear  ? 

Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace  ; 

Long  provoked  him  to  his  face  ; 

Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls  ; 

Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Whence  to  me  this  waste  of  love  ? 

Ask  my  Advocate  above  ; 

See  the  cause  in  Jesus’  face, 

Now  before  the  throne  of  grace. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 

Shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands  ; 
God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel : 

Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still _ C.  Wesley. 


EVANGELISTIC, 


88 


180 

NOT  now,  my  child, — a  little  more  rough  tossing, 

A  little  longer  on  the  billows’  foam  ; 

A  few  more  journeyings  in  the  desert  darkness, 

And  then  the  sunshine  of  thy  Father’s  Home  ! 

2  Not  now;  for  I  have  wanderers  in  the  distance, 
And  thou  must  call  them  in  with  patient  love  ; 

Not  now  ;  for  I  have  sheep  upon  the  mountains, 

And  thou  must  follow  them  where’er  they  rove. 

3  Not  now  ;  for  I  have  loved  ones  sad  and  weary  ; 

Wilt  thou  not  cheer  them  with  a  kindly  smile  ? 

Sick  ones,  who  need  thee  in  their  lonely  sorrrow  ; 

Wilt  thou  not  tend  them  yet  a  little  while  ? 

4  Not  now  ;  for  wounded  hearts  are  sorely  bleeding, 
And  thou  must  teach  those  widowed  hearts  to  sing  ; 
Not  now  ;  for  orphans’  tears  are  quickly  falling, 

They  must  be  gathered  ’neath  some  shelt’ring  wing. 
5  Go,  with  the  name  of  Jesus,  to  the  dying, 

And  speak  that  Name  in  all  its  living  power ; 

Why  should  thy  fainting  heart  grow  chill  and  weary  ? 
Canst  thou  not  watch  with  Me  one  little  hour? 


6  One  little  hour  !  and  then  the  glorious  crowning, 
The  golden  harp-strings,  and  the  victor’s  palm  ; 
One  little  hour  !  and  then  the  halleluia  ! 

Eternity’s  long,  deep  thanksgiving  psalm  ! 

-  Mrs.  Penne father. 

181  .  .  L.M. 

TTTHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light 
VV  Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given  ; 

But  soon,  O  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  Gospel’s  charming  sound  ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away, 

While  yet  a  pard’ning  God  is  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time’s  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave  ; 
Before  His  bar  your  spirits  bring, 

And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 


4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair 

No  Sabbath’s  heavenly  light  shall  rise  ; 

No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 

No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies — Dwight. 


182 


EVANGELISTIC. 


89 


C.  M. 

IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 

Till  a  new  object  met  my  sight, 

And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

Cho. — 0  the  Lamb,  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

The  Lamb  on  Calvary  ;  The  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
That  liveth  again,  To  intercede  for  me. 

2  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree 
In  agonies  and  blood, 

Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me 
As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 


3  Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 

It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  my  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair  ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

“  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 

I  die  that  thou  mayst  live.”— J.  Newton. 

183 

I  WANT  to  see  the  shining  angels, 

But  I  cannot  until  I  make  my  peace  with  the  Lord  ; 
Then  I’ll  give  God  my  heart,  And  I’ll  praise  him  while  I  live, 
I’ll  praise  him  when  I  die,  In  the  new  Jerusalem ! 


2 

3 

4 

184r 


2 


I  want  to  see  my  blessed  Jesus,  etc. 

I  want  to  see  the  golden  city,  etc. 

I  want  to  see  the  saints  in  glory,  etc. 

I  want  to  see  my  friends  in  heaven,  etc. 

C.  M. 


THOU  canst,  thou  wilt,  I  dare  believe, 
Take  off  my  load  of  sin  ; 

Vile  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive 
And  wash  me  white  within. 

Cho. — Jesus,  dear  Jesus,  O  how  great  thy  love  to  me 
Jesus,  dear  Jesus,  I  trust  my  all  to  thee. 

I  can,  I  will,  I  do  believe, 

My  prayer  is  heard  in  heaven. 

'Tis  done  ;  thou  dost  this  moment  save : 

My  sins  are  all  forgiven. 


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EVANGELISTIC . 


90 

185  ns* 

ONCE  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to  God, 

I  knew  not  my  danger,  and  felt  not  my  load  ; 
Though  friends  spoke  in  rapture  of  Christ  on  the  tree, 
“Jehovah  Tsidkenu”  *  was  nothing  to  me. 

2  When  free  grace  awoke  me  by  light  from  on  high, 
Then  legal  fears  shook  me,  I  trembled  to  die  ; 

No  refuge  or  safety  in  self  could  I  see — 

“  Jehovah  Tsidkenu”  my  Saviour  must  be. 

3  My  terrors  all  vanished  before  the  sweet  Name, 

My  guilty  fears  banished,  with  boldness  I  came 
To  drink  at  the  Fountain,  life-giving  and  free  ; 
“Jehovah  Tsidkenu”  is  all  things  to  me. 

4  When  treading  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death, 
This  watchword  shall  rally  my  faltering  breath : 

And  when  from  life’s  fever  my  God  sets  me  free, 

“  Jehovah  Tsidkenu  ”  my  death-song  shall  be. 

*  The  Lord  our  Righteousness. — McCheyne. 

186 

THERE  is  life  for  a  look  at  the  crucified  One, 
There  is  life  at  this  moment  for  thee  ; 

Then  look,  sinner,  look  unto  Him  and  be  saved, 
Unto  Him  who  was  nailed  to  the  tree. 


Ref. — Look  !  look  !  look  and  live  ! 

There  is  life  for  a  look  at  the  crucified  One, 
There  is  life  at  this  moment  for  thee. 


O  why  was  he  there  as  the  Bearer  of  sin, 

If  on  Jesus  thy  guilt  was  not  laid? 

O  why  from  his  side  flowed  the  sin-cleansing  blood, 
If  his  dying  thy  debt  has  not  paid  ? 

It  is  not  thy  tears  of  repentance  and  prayers, 

But  the  blood  that  atones  for  the  soul ; 

On  him,  then,  who  shed  it,  thou  mayest  at  once 
Thy  weight  of  iniquities  roll. 

Then  doubt  not  thy  welcome,  since  God  has  de- 
There  remained  no  more  to  be  done  ;  [dared 

That  once  in  the  end  of  the  world  he  appeared, 
And  completed  the  work  he  begun. 

Then  take  with  rejoicing  from  Jesus  at  once 
The  life  everlasting  he  gives  ; 

And  know  with  assurance  thou  never  canst  die 
Since  Jesus,  thy  righteousness,  lives. 

Amelia  M.  Hull. 


EVANGELISTIC . 

187  88,  86. 

LORD,  thine  only  would  I  be, 

And  yet  I  cannot  go  to  thee  ; 

But,  Saviour,  thou  canst  come  to  me, 

And  take  me  as  I  am. 


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2  I  thirst,  I  long  to  know  thy  love, 
Thy  full  salvation  I  would  prove  ; 
But  since  to  thee  I  cannot  move, 
O  take  me  as  I  am  ! 


3  Behold  me,  Saviour,  at  thy  feet, 
Deal  with  me  as  thou  seest  meet ; 
Thy  work  begin,  thy  work  complete, 
But  take  me  as  I  am. 


4  Spirit  of  God,  O  breathe  on  me  ! 
The  Saviour’s  glory  make  me  see  ; 
Changed  to  his  image  let  me  be  ; 

Come  to  me  as  I  am. 

5  If  thou  hast  work  for  me  to  do, 
Inspire  my  will,  my  heart  renew, 
And  work  both  in  and  by  me  too, 

But  take  me  as  I  am. 


6  And  when  at  last  the  work  is  done, 

The  battle  o’er,  the  vict’ry  won, 

Still,  still  my  cry  shall  be  alone, 

Lord,  take  me  as  I  am  ! 

188  7s  &  6s. 

I  NEED  thee,  precious  Jesus,  For  I  am  full  of  sin  : 

My  soul  is  dark  and  guilty,  My  heart  is  sad  within  : 

I  need  the  cleansing  fountain,  Where  I  can  always  flee — 
The  blood  of  Christ  most  precious,  The  sinner’s  only  plea. 
Cho. — I  need  thee  !  O  I  need  thee  !  I  need  thee,  Yes  I  need  thee, 
To  guide  me  safe  to  glory,  And  bring  me  to  my  home. 

2  I  need  the  love  of  Jesus  To  cheer  me  on  my  way  :  [stay  ; 
To  guide  my  doubting  footsteps,  To  be  my  strength  and 
I  need  thee,  precious  Jesus  !  I  need  a  friend  like  thee  ; 

A  friend  to  soothe  and  sympathize,  A  friend  to  care  for  me. 
3  j  need  thee,  precious  Jesus,  I  need  thee  day  by  day, 

To  fill  me  with  thy  fullness,  To  lead  me  on  my  way  ; 

I  need  thy  Holy  Spirit  To  teach  me  what  I  am, 

To  show  me  more  of  Jesus,  to  point  me  to  the  Lamb. 

4  I  need  thee,  precious  Jesus,  And  hope  to  see  thee  soon, 
Encircled  with  the  rainbow,  and  seated  on  thy  throne ; 
There  with  thy  blood-bought  children,  My  joy  shall  ever  be 
To  sing  thy  praises,  Jesus,  To  gaze,  my  Lord,  on  thee. 

E.  WhiUfield. 


EVANGELISTIC. 


But  one  was  out  on  the  hills  away, 

Far  off  from  the  gates  of  gold — 
Away  on  the  mountains  wild  and  bare, 
Away  from  the  tender  Shepherd’s  care. 


2  “  Lord,  thou  hast  here  thy  ninety  and  nine  : 

Are  they  not  enough  for  thee  ?  ” 

But  the  Shepherd  made  answer:  “  ’Tis  of  mine 
Has  wandered  away  from  me  : 

And  although  the  road  be  rough  and  steep, 

I  go  to  the  desert  to  find  my  sheep.” 


3  But  none  of  the  ransomed  ever  knew 

How  deep  were  the  waters  crossed  ;  [through 

Nor  how  dark  was  the  night  that  the  Lord  passed 
Ere  he  found  his  sheep  that  was  lost. 

Out  in  the  desert  he  heard  its  cry — 

Sick  and  helpless,  and  ready  to  die. 

4  “  Lord,  whence  are  those  blood-drops  all  the  way 
That  mark  out  the  mountain’s  track  ?  ” 

“  They  were  shed  for  one  who  had  gone  astray 
Ere  the  Shepherd  could  bring  him  back.” 

“  Lord,  whence  are  thy  hands  so  rent  and  torn  ?” 

“  They  are  pierced  to-night  by  many  a  thorn.” 

5  But  all  through  the  mountains,  thunder-riven, 

And  up  from  the  rocky  steep, 

There  rose  a  cry  to  the  gate  of  heaven, 

“  Rejoice  !  1  have  found  my  sheep  !  ” 

And  the  angels  echoed  around  the  throne, 

“  Rejoice,  for  the  Lord  brings  back  his  own  !  ” 

E,  C.  Clephone . 

JLt/U 

SOWING  the  seed  by  the  daylight  fair, 

Sowing  the  seed  by  the  noonday  glare, 

Sowing  the  seed  by  the  fading  light, 

Sowing  the  seed  in  the  solemn  night, 

O,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 


Cho. — Sown  in  the  darkness  or  sown  in  the  light, 
Sown  in  our  weakness  or  sown  in  our  might, 
Gathered  in  time  or  eternity, 

Sure,  ah,  sure  will  the  harvest  be. 

2  Sowing  the  seed  by  the  wayside  high, 

Sowing  the  seed  on  the  rocks  to  die, 


